I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE CHARACTERS.

Music Credit: "No Love" – Chris Brown featuring Nicky Minaj

Chapter Fourteen:

We arrived to a swanky hotel in New Orleans in record time. It's so lively here. It's a complete culture difference here than in Mystic Falls, and I love it. I can already tell that I'm going to miss this place when I leave.

"Why don't we drop off our bags and go grab you some dinner? I can smell a drunken night out on the town." Stefan suggested. I looked over at him and smiled. "Oh, but you're going to have to change, first. You need to look hot." He added. I raised an eyebrow. "I mean, you already look hot, but you need to take it to the next level. We need to celebrate. We have a weekend away, and we're doing it up right. We are doing it in style." He smiled. He dragged me over to the closet in our suite and opened the doors. There are already clothes here, for the both of us. The dresses look just my size.

"When did you plan this?"

"After you told me. I want to make you feel special. I want to make sure you have fun. And you know I'm always down for a good time." He smiled. I rolled my eyes.

"You're awesome."

"Oh, trust me, I know. Now, go change." He ushered me in the bathroom. I grabbed a gorgeous, off-white number. Lace covers the chest area and it hangs just off of my shoulders. The sleeves go mid-arm and the bodice accentuates my curves. The hem falls just above my knees. The skirt flows. It's definitely made for dancing.

I played up my eyes and curled my hair a bit, securing some of it with a pearl headband. When I emerged from the bathroom Stefan was drinking blood, sitting on the bed. He's clad in an all black suit and white tie. I smiled.

"You look amazing, Bonnie." He finished his cup and offered me his arm. "Will you do me the honor in escorting me to dinner tonight?" He asked.

"Of course," I replied. "You clean up well, Stefan." I complimented.

We ended up in some high-end Cajun place. It's magnificent. It's got to be some of the best food I've ever tasted. I'm guessing it used to be one of Stefan's haunts back in the day. Either way, I'm happy he brought me.

We finished dinner and hit the dance floor. Stefan led like an expert. I remember him always tell us how he couldn't dance. Lies.

He twirled me around and pulled me back into his arms. I giggled and tried my best to follow his lead. Dancing has never been my forte, but I love doing it. His grip tightened around me and he dipped me back. I giggled.

"It nice seeing you smile." He mused.

"It's nice being here." I told him.

"Tonight's only getting started." He smiled. After dancing for what seemed like hours we took to the streets. We walked into what seemed like a music festival. The energy from the crowd was addictive. Everyone was feeding off each other. It felt amazing, such a contact high. We dance a little, we drank some, and we mingled.

"I think I'm a little tipsy." I snickered. He laughed.

"That means I'm doing my job right." He told me. I giggled. "How do you like the dancing?" He asked me.

"I love it, why?"

"We're going to a club." He responded.

"Old Stefan would have talked about how irresponsible it is to go clubbing." I reminded him.

"I don't see him here, do you?" He countered. I shook my head. He smiled. "Let's go." He grabbed my hand and we walked to the club. It's definitely upscale. We got in without issue. Stefan got us both drinks. I finished mine before we hit the dance-floor. It was a moving mass of bodies all surging together to the same beat. It was hypnotic. I'm glad Stefan's a vampire; otherwise I probably would have lost him in the crowd.

We shook our asses with the best of them. I felt Stefan's hands on my hips. It feels so nice just to let loose. The vibrations pounding through my body, they sooth the soul.

"Let's get something to drink!" Stefan yelled in my ear. I nodded, knowing he can see me through the strobe-lights. We made it back to the bar and I sat down, gratefully. I didn't realize how much my feet were hurting until I wasn't on them, anymore. Heels are killer. "What would you like?" He asked me. I shrugged.

"Surprise me?" I asked.

"Let's do shots." He motioned to the bartender. "Can I get four shots of tequila?" He asked. The bartender lined up four glasses in front of us and filled them us. "Cheers." Stefan held a glass up to me. I grabbed one and we clinked glasses.

"Cheers." I threw it back, making a face. It burns going down. I've never been a big drinker, so I'm sure I'll be drunk in no time, taking these. We did the same with the other two. "Let's go dance." I pulled him off of his stool. He laughed and followed me, his hands back on my waist. I moved against him once we made our way back to the dance-floor.

'You say all we need is consistent love.
When I try, I swear, it's never enough.
I messed up.
Maybe, this thing here just ain't meant for us.
Baby, you let go and I pull you back.
I let go; you ain't having that.'

He tightened his grip on my body as we continued to move against each other. I put my hand on his thigh as we moved, the alcohol making me bolder.

'We could do it like rock stars.
Sexin' in my hotel room and we so loud, higher than a smoke cloud.
Shade on, doin' 95 wit' the top down, I might sound crazy.
'Cause we be goin' back and forth,
One minute I hate you, then I love you.
That's how it goes.
Till we get it right, we goin' smoke some mo'.
I'ma get it, till we get it.
Till we get it right, we goin' fuck some mo'.
I'ma get it.'

He spun me around, so I was facing him. We grinded on each other from the front. I can make out his eyes with the strobe light hits his face. He's so handsome. I've noticed before, but we've never really been this close for so long. Any girl would be lucky to have him.

'Why is it all so complicated?
Baby, this should be simple – it should be mental.
But, when you back it up, it really drives me crazy.
And you know what I'm into; make me forget what we arguin' about.
Aye...'

The song ended and we went back to the bar to take more shots. "What should we toast to?" Stefan asked me.

"Good friends?" I asked. He smiled.

"To good friends." He agreed. We swallowed our first shots.

"You're a great friend. You're going to find an awesome woman, because that's what you deserve." I told him.

"You think so?"

"Oh, yeah. She's going to be a twelve on a scale one to ten." I beamed. He laughed.

"I'll cheers to that." He downed his next shot. I followed suit. "I like drunk Bonnie. She's fun."

"I like her, too." I agreed. He laughed.

"She should come out more often."

"You should take me dancing and get me drunk more often." I told him.

"I will." He promised. "Cheers to that." He held up his glass. I raised mine and we shot our drinks. Oh, yeah. I'm really starting to feel it. My body feels warm and I feel like everything just loosened up. It's glorious. "What now?" He asked me.

"What else is there to do around here?" I asked him.

"We can go back to the room and get in the Jacuzzi." He suggested. I closed my eyes and grinned.

"That sounds so nice." I told him. "Do we have stuff to drink at the room?"

"Way ahead of you," he promised. The walk back to the hotel wasn't a long one, at least it didn't seem that way. My head cleared some on the way back. I think the fresh air did me some good. When we got back to the room we looked took some pictures and looked at the few that I had snapped throughout the night.

"I didn't bring a swimsuit." I confessed. He chuckled.

"There's one in the closet." He pointed the way. I pulled out a black bikini and went into the bathroom to put it on. I pulled off my shoes and started on my dress. I didn't have any problem getting it on, since the zipper is on the side, but for whatever reason, I just can't get it down.

"Stefan!" I called.

"What do you need?" He asked through the door.

"Can you come in here? I can't figure out my dress." I told him. I could hear him laughing. He opened the door and came in. His jacket's already off and his tie is loosened. "You look really good." I told him. He smirked. There really is no filter on my mouth when I drink. I've got to remember that. He pulled the zipper down, gently and helped me out of the dress. "Thank you." I smiled at him.

"Anything for a friend," he assured me, as his eyes twinkled with amusement.

"I might need help with the swimsuit… I'll let you know." I told him. He smirked.

"Alright."

"Don't think I didn't notice that I'm a lot worse off that you are. I suggest you catch up while I change. Your vampire tolerance is too high." I told him, giggling. Everything is funny.

"I will." He promised before leaving the bathroom. I stripped out of my bra and panties before putting on the bathing suit bottoms. I held the top to my chest before calling Stefan back into the bathroom. He looked even more amused this time.

"Stop laughing at me." I frowned. His body shook with laughter.

"I'm sorry. It's just adorable that you can't do this yourself."

"Says the guy trying to get me drunk." I glared at him. He kept a poker face while he tied my suit for me. "Thank you, butt-head."

"So we're calling names now?" He asked. I nodded. "You're a cootie-queen." He accused. That's all it took for me to double over, laughing. He smiled and went to go change into his suit. Once he finished we got into the hot tub. I sighed.

"This is nice."

"Yes, it is."

"What do we do now?" I asked him. He opened a bottle of something and took a swig. He handed it to me and I did the same.

"Now, we get fucked up."

The sun crept under my eyelids. I groaned. It's too early. It feels like a jackhammer is going to town on my brain.

"Morning Bonnie," Stefan sang, holding a cup of coffee. I pulled my pillow over my head, trying to keep the light off my eyes.

"Too early," I grunted.

"It's two in the afternoon."

"What?" I sat up and peered at the clock next to my bed. He handed me the coffee and some aspirin. "What happened last night?" I asked him.

"What do you remember?"

"I remember being in the Jacuzzi and drinking something." I told him. He laughed.

"We took pictures, tons of then. We played truth or dare. You told me you thought I was dreamy and that you're falling for Damon. I'll let the pictures show you the rest." He handed me his phone. We're in the tub… We're dancing, if you can call it that. We've got some tequila karaoke going on. Stefan has makeup on. I'm in his dinner suit. We built a fort and it goes on and on. No wonder I'm so tired.

"When did I fall asleep?" I asked him.

"A little after five."

"Damn."

"That's what I was going for." He smirked.