Heya guys. SO I am pretty drunk right now, so I'll admit I haven't evenn bothered to read this chapter through after I wrote it. I hope you'll enjoy anyway. Maybe if I'm not to hangovered tomorrow I'll correct all the mistakes there probably are. But, well at least I almost felt as I was drinking with "my" characters. XD The music Ive mentioned are really nice tracks, so if you like rock, try and listen to it... Enjoy...

(I wasn't that hangovered, so I'm editing it now :-))

They had been driving for a while before Damon seemed to be willing to talk.

"I need a drink." He had seemed to drive around at random, but he pulled over sharply, right in front of what looked like a shabby bar.

"Isn't that a bit earl..." She cut her self off. "No of course not. If my memory serves me, this isn't the earliest I've served you whiskey." She winked at him and jumped out of the car, heading for the bar.

Damon followed, and if you didn't know him you would swear that he looked dumbfounded.

The bar was every bit as dirty and gritty as Kirya had expected, only a few people was there this early on the day.
She lunged against the bar waiting for Damon who was surprisingly behind her. When he came up, he got the bartender's attention with a wave. The guy looked tired, and had probably been working all night. She eyed her watch. It wasn't even noon yet.

"Bourbon, double up."

"And for the lady?"

Damon looked over at Kirya. Wow, he's actually letting me decide.
"An irish coffee for me, double up on whiskey as well." The guy nodded and turned around to fix their drinks.

Kirya felt strangely at ease. She couldn't remember when she had enjoyed someone's company as much as she did right now with Damon. Maybe it was her returned memories, which made her feel nostalgic. But never the less she was glad she hadn't just gone home to be alone.

Damon was amazingly quiet next to her and she found herself staring at him, taking in his appearance. He was staring into the distance, taking small sips of his bourbon occasionally. His tangled dark hair fell into his eyes, but he didn't bother to brush it away. In his battered leather jacket and dark jeans, he looked strikingly handsome. She was pretty sure that he would be able to pull every kind of outfit with style. But she had a hard time to picture it in her mind.

He broke her out of her thoughts, using her earlier words against her.
"Haven't anyone told you it's not polite to stare?"

She couldn't hold back the color that rose to her face, but she quickly retaliated.
"Well someone might have told me that I'm not the polite kind of girl." She smirked, and he chuckled softly.

"Ouch, probably should have seen that coming."
He finished his drink and ordered a new. He looked questionably at her, raising an eyebrow at her cup of irish coffee.
"Done yet?"

"Yep." She downed the last remains and pushed it across the counter. "I'll have the same as him now." She jabbed her thumb in the direction of Damon.
"So, any specific reason that you dragged me along?"

He looked at her. "Well, maybe you're not the worst company."

Making a face, Kirya replied: "Well, I guess I'll take that as a compliment."

"So, any specific reason that you chose to go along?"

"You mean, besides the fact that you had sped off before I knew where we were going?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"Well, I guess you're not that bad company your self."

"Then we're on the same page." Damon smiled. It was a genuine smile, that actually reached his eyes, and it made Kirya smile in return.
"Evviva."

"Cheers."

They both downed their drinks, slamming the glasses down on the counter.
Kirya could already feel the buzz, but it didn't keep her from getting another drink from the bartender.

"You know what? I'm in the mood for music. Does this place have a jukebox?" The bartender pointed to the farthest corner, and Kirya jumped up.

"You in the mood for some rock'n'roll?" She took a couple of dance steps, shaking her hips, eying him mischievously. "I feel like The Doors. Peace frog."

Damon laughed. "Peace frog it is."

Kirya danced over to the jukebox. Well it wasn't really a jukebox, but a computer wired with spotify, which was lucky, since a normal jukebox probably wouldn't have had the song anyway.

Kirya flipped through the songs untill she found the one, pressing play and the music started blaring out the speakers.
She moved back to the bar, about to take a seat, when arms wrapped around her lifting her off her feet, whirling her around. She squealed and clung to him, afraid he would drop her.
When her feet touched the floor again, she didn't let go of him.

"May I have this dance?" His voice was deeply sarcastic, but he didn't let go of her either.
They danced untill Kirya was completely out of breath.

Before they sat down, Damon dragged her over to the jukebox putting on Midnight Oil with Red Neck Wonderland.

Kirya looked up at him surprised. "I didn't take for a guy with proper taste in music."

"Well, what did you think? And I'll try not to take offence in that statement by the way, or else I would have to rip off your head."

Kirya laughed at his jokingly threat. "Well, I thought you would be like old people. You know diggin' the old classics. Elvis or classical stuff or something like that."

Damon made a gagging noise. "Elvis, seriously? Classical?"

Changing the subject Kirya gulped down another drink. "You know what, we obviously doesn't know each other as well as we should. Let's play a game. I'll ask a question, if you don't want to answer you drink. What d'ya say?"

"Game on."

"Okay, you can go first."

Damon was silent for a moment, clearly pondering what to ask. Kirya couldn't help but smile at his face.

"Okay. What is your favourite color?" he asked solemnly. Kirya tried to keep a straight face, but she failed completely, bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Seriously?"

Damon shrugged.

"Okay. Purple."
It was her time now, and she tried to think of a good one. Her drunken state didn't help matters though. Finally a good one popped into her brain.

"Past loves? How many?"

He answered promptly. "Two. You?"

"Hey, that's cheating, you can't just reflect the question! You have to give details!"

"No way," he laughed, "you didn't mention those rules when we started. Now answer."

"Okay. Zero. Except if you count the boy I had a crush on in kindergarden. How old are you?"

"Not keeping count anymore, but around 200. My turn." He thought for a minute, ordering a new drink for both of them. "What is your personal opinion on my brother?"

"Off the record?"

He nodded.

"Well, personally I think he has something stuck too far up his ass, that anyone could ever get it out." She burst out in a fit of giggles. She managed to force out her next question. "You? What do you think of your brother?"

"Well, he is my brother, but apart from that, I agree completely with you. Now on to a new game. Truth or dare." He wrinkled his eyebrows daring her to back out.

"I'm game." She didn't know what time it was, but people had started filing in, and it was close to crowded now. "You started the other one, so I'll go first now. Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Fine. Order a Long island ice tea, and do a bottoms up."
With no hesitation Damon did so, and Kirya realized that drinking was probably the easiest thing in the world for him. She wanted to kick herself, for going so easy on him.

"My turn. See that guy over there? Get him to buy you a drink."

She shrugged. "No problem."

She jumped to her feet, only staggering a little. She walked over to him slowly, making sure that he saw the way she moved her hips. It was only half way to the guys benefit. She knew Damon was following her every move with those piercing blue eyes.

"Hi there."

"Hi."

"Having a good time?"

"Yeah. I guess."

"Wanna dance?" She stepped close to him wrapping her arms around his neck, looking him deep in his eyes. "Please?" She gave him her doe eyes, rubbing herself against him. She didn't have to do more, he was hooked.

She danced with him a bit longer than necessary, only drawing slightly back when his hands started to travel a bit to much
"I'm parched."

"Let me buy you a drink."

"Wow thanks," she said with her most little girl voice she could muster. When she had the drink in her hand, she smiled triumphantly at Damon. "Cheers," she mouthed. He did a mocking salute in return.

"You know what, mmm... Joe?" she had completely forgotten which name he had introduced him self as.

"Jonas,"he corrected.

"Yeah, that's what I meant. I think I see an old friend at the bar so I have to catch up with you later. Okay?"

"Ehmm, okay." He looked slightly disapointed, but Kirya didn't care, she made her way over to Damon triumphantly.

"Well, you took your time."

"And so what? It's my turn now..." But before she had the chance to come up with anything, Damon cut her off.

"I have an idea." He was quiet for so long that Kirya couldn't hold back her curiosity.

"What?" Instead of answering, Damon took her hand and dragged her to he feet. A slow song was playing on the speakers, and she instinctly pressed closer to him, placing her palms on his chest, feeling his muscles under his t-shirt. She noticed the logo was Pearl Jam, so she should have guessed he wasn't into old crappy stuff.

His arms wrapped around her, and the fact that his hands was travelling even farther than Joe's or whatever his name was, didn't faze her a bit. Some girl started to move closer, and Kirya eyed her annoyed.

She got an idea. "Damon," she whispered.

"Mhmm?"

"I have a dare for you."

"Yeah?" he mumbled into her hair.

"See that girl? Why don't you have a drink of her and then send her on her way? She's cramping my space."

"Really?"

She shrugged. "Why not?"

"Well, what do I get in return?" He wrinkled his brows.

"If you do it, I'll grant you a wish, my noble lord," she curtsied.

"How can I say no to such a marveling beauty, my lady. You've got yourself a deal."

So, I've corrected my drunken errors and general gibberish X-D

I'll try to update later today, but I can't promise anything, since I'm havin' practice with my band.