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RANDOM WORD: PRAGMATIST
"You're afraid of her." She slides next to him at the bar, but doesn't look in his direction.
"I'm not afraid of anything." He says through the ice he's crunching to annoy the bartender.
"Of course you would say that and then I go into a whole story about all signs pointing to the contrary and we argue before you admit that I'm right. Let's just skip the exhausting middle part and go right the end shall we?" She leans heavily on the counter as if she's exhausted and orders a Coke.
"Why would I be afraid of Elena?" Damon finally asks.
"She represents everything you aren't. She's kind, understanding, and good. She also happens to look like exactly like a woman you've loved for over a century.
That's a lethal combination. Even for you."
"Look, Bonnie, we appreciate the concern over here on Team Damon, but it's not needed." He shrugs a few bills out of his pocket and tosses then on the bar.
"You don't have to be afraid you know."
"For the last time," he places an arm on either side of her and leans close to her ear. "I'm not afraid of Elena."
"I wasn't talking about Elena." Her voice doesn't even shake. "I was talking about me. You and I are a lot alike. Both darker than even we care to admit. I know everyone thinks I'm the nice friend, but trust me Damon, you've got nothin' on me."
"I'll keep that in mind."
She can smell his aftershave long after he's gone.
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