One: Whisky.
5:30 pm
Brooklyn.
He sat in the same bar, on the same stool, every single night.
Nothing changed. He watched the same people walk in every night, even memorised what drinks they ordered. That never changed either.
Occasionally, somebody new would enter the old bar or one of the regulars would order a bowl of nuts to accompany their drink. That was rare though.
Damon had memorised every single little detail of the bar. The velvety red stools, the gold pictures frames hanging wonky on the walls. The stickiness of the bar and how his fingertips practically stuck to it when he drummed his fingers on the surface. The bar wasn't particularly classy, nor was the company good, but to be frank, Damon didn't care. He was simply glad of the silence compared to the rest of New York.
And so eventually, he became rather dependant on his evening drink. He even became acquainted with the bartender. He was middle aged man of average height and slightly greying hair. He reminded Damon of his late father, and although he would of thought he would hate him for that, he found it strangely comforting.
How odd.
As soon as she walked through the door, he noticed her.
She was different to everyone else who entered the bar- most of them were middle aged, lonely, sad. She was the opposite.
He was surprised when she hoisted herself upon the stool next to him.
He was even more surprised when she ordered a tumbler of whisky, then added, "In fact, just give me the bottle."
The bartender looked shocked, but handed it over without question. She poured out a glass and knocked it back, eyes closed. Damon took the opportunity to get a closer look at her.
Her hair hung below her shoulders in tousled brown curls the colour of chocolate. She wore a baggy white tee that slipped off her shoulders to reveal pale creamy skin, and a pair of leather pants that hugged every curve.
When she had finished her drink, she poured another. With a smirk upon her lips she looked at Damon, her eyes a colour bluer than Elena's or Katherine's, or even Rebekah's.
"Another?" she questioned, her voice sickly sweet and husky.
Without waiting for a reply she filled his half empty glass with the amber liquid. With a wink, she drank her own. He mirrored her action, not prepared to be beaten by a girl.
He grabbed the bottle from her and poured yet another. This time, he poured one for her.
"Thanks," her accent was different from the usual New Yorker's drawl.
"You're from England, right?" he asked without thinking.
She nodded and took a gulp of her drink.
"So what are you doing in New York?" he wasn't usually so nosey, but he was strangely intrigued by the beautiful girl.
She ignored his question and after taking another sip of her whisky, she looked him right in the eye. "You don't act like a New Yorker, don't look like one either."
He waited for her to ask a question, further the conversation, but she didn't. and he wasn't about to open up to her- not until she spoke to him more.
"Jesus, you can drink!" he exclaimed, watching as she swigged the rest of her glass. He couldn't help but notice that the burning sensation didn't affect her at all.
She shrugged. "So can you."
Over the next half hour they sat in silence, draining the bottle between them. In those thirty minutes Damon decided that he wanted her.
"Do you come here often?" she finally spoke again.
Damon smirked. "Shouldn't it be me asking you?"
She shrugged. "I beat you to it."
Damon laughed. "Well what would you do if I said yes?"
"I'd say see you tomorrow."
And with that, she slipped off the stool and stalked towards the door. But Damon wasn't ready to let her go yet.
"Wait!"
She stopped but didn't turn back.
"I didn't catch your name."
"It's Effy."
Without asking for his, she left, nothing but the smell of cigarettes and alcohol and vanilla to make him believe that she was real.
A/N: So it's been a while, and I'm super sorry about that! I've been extremely busy with coursework and such… but I'm back now.
Anyway, I'm kind of not sure where this is headed, but hang in there, I promise it will be worth you reading! There aren't many stories with Effy and Damon, which is a shame since I think they make a great couple! Elena, Rebekah and Katherine will have mentions on later chapters.
Thanks for reading! (reviews are love, xo.)