"Jesus Evelyn, when did you learn how to drive?" Damon grumbled under his breath as Eve finally pulled back around to where she was supposed to be and parked the car. It had only taken two missed turns for Damon to get grumpy at Eve's driving skills.
"1937." Eve replied sharply as she unbuckled her seat belt. Damon let out a scoff as he unbuckled his own seat belt and got out of the car. Eve rolled her eyes as she got out of the car herself.
"You know, I need some bourbon for this adventure." Damon muttered as he leaned against the back of the car, waiting for Eve. Eve sighed, making sure she had her phone in her pocket and wallet in her other pocket.
"Fine, fine, just catch me up." Eve snapped playfully slowly walking towards the street. Damon crossed the road without looking either way. "Yer goin' ta get hit." Eve hissed at Damon as he stood carelessly on the edge of the sidewalk. Damon only swatted his hand at her before folding his arms impatiently.
"No one drives around town, Evie. It's perfectly safe…enough." Damon smirked. Eve let out a sigh before quickly walking across the street, making sure to dramatically look both ways. Damon chuckled at her as he waited for the short woman to reach the other side of the road.
"Now, what's with all of de places here bein' called 'Mystic'?" Eve questioned aloud as she got closer to Damon. "Like, dere are other names ta call a bar." Eve stated looking at the sign above them both. "I've seen a Mystic First National Bank fer Christ sake." Eve muttered lowly to Damon as he only chuckled and held open the door. "What a gentleman." Eve smiled back at him as she walked under his arm and into the dimly lit bar. Damon rolled his eyes and walked in behind her. Eve stopped suddenly as she felt multiple eyes land on her.
"What?" Damon questioned, glancing around the place. Eve shook her head. It was nothing. Mystic Falls was a small town. Presumable, everyone knew one another. So when a lady no one has ever actually seen comes to their only bar, there were going to be some stares. Still, it didn't make Eve feel more comfortable.
"It's nothin' Day…just, people starin'." Eve muttered lowly. He glanced around the room and looked back down at her. His hand gently pulled her closer. Eve raised an eyebrow at Damon's actions before Damon bent down slightly to whisper in her ear.
"They haven't seen a new woman in millions of years and women are a dying breed. You are precious." Damon whispered sarcastically. Eve huffed out a laugh before Damon pulled himself away from her. "Well, while you get stared down, I'm off to the bar." Damon walked towards the bar without Eve as Eve began to look around the place, trying to ignore the lingering stares that hadn't died off yet. The bar had a rustic sort of feel to it with a dark overtone. Eve stood out of the door way just looking over the place when she heard Damon's voice across the room. She focused her attention to him.
"Bourbon." He stated as he sat beside a hunched over man with blond hair. "And if you have, Jameson." He continued. Eve smiled as he remembered her favorite. He could have his bitter bourbon if she got her perfect jameson. The bartender poured both drinks in front of Damon. "Behold the teacher." Damon stated, deepening his voice as he said 'teacher', presumable to the blond sitting beside him. "Don't you have some papers to grade?" He questioned looking at the blond man.
"It's, uh, more fun with a buzz." The blond man said with a gravelly voice. Eve chuckled to herself at the statement.
"Well, most things in life are." Damon muttered. "Sober's…depressing." He muttered again. Eve rolled her eyes at him, realizing she was just standing and listening to the men talk. She needed to get over there and stop being nosey.
"You don't strike me as somebody who gets depressed." The blond man muttered back.
"You say that like you know me." Damon said glancing over at the man.
"Nope." The man stated. "Just a hunch." He glanced over at Damon. Damon looked at the man now. Eve decided that the two looking at one another was the best time to interrupt them. Eve started moving a little faster. This was a public place, but with Damon hung over and grumpy, there was no telling what he might do to this mysterious man. Eve could only hope that Damon wouldn't snap his neck out in the open. "You have a good afternoon." The man said placing his glass back on the counter and standing up. Anxiety began to leave Eve as the blonde man began walking her way towards the exit.
"Not likely." Damon replied sarcastically. Eve couldn't help but scoff at him as she walked past the blond man, glancing at him and nodding with a light smile. That usually had people thinking she was a harmless person, but even with her kind gesture, Eve felt the blond man's eyes stay on her as she plopped herself down on Damon's left side. "Being nosey, I see." Damon stated into his glass. Eve could only shrug.
"Bein' hostile, I see…er, hear." Eve muttered back at him, taking a drink of her Jameson. The sting of the alcohol against her throat made her shake her head lightly.
"Bit strong for so early, dear?" Damon sniped at Eve. Eve rolled her eyes at him.
"Pardon me lack of tolerance fer alcohol durin' the day." Eve snapped back at him playfully. He gave a small smirk as he took another drink of his bourbon. Without warning, a woman with short blonde hair stood on Damon's other side.
"Daytime drinking, huh?" The blonde woman questioned lightly at Damon.
"It's all the rage." Damon put emphasis on his 'g' and strung out 'rage'. Eve rolled her eyes at him. The blonde woman looked over at Eve curiously.
"Hello." The blonde woman stated towards Eve. She had a uniform on with a star and a radio on her sleeve. This must have been a police officer. Eve thought it was strange of her to just casually talking to Damon. Damon was usually not very friendly with law officers.
"Hi." Eve stated back and wiggled her fingers with a small smile. The blonde smiled at the remark and familiar gesture usually given by Damon.
"You must be a friend of Damon's?" She questioned lightly. Eve chuckled. Damon never told anyone about Eve. Eve was just someone who showed up, made Damon happy and left. That was usually the case, anyway.
"Aye; Evelyn Branigan." Eve stated, pushing her arm in front of Damon. Damon scowled at the gesture, curling his arm around Eve's as he took a drink. It was a weird feeling to Eve as her arm grazed his throat, feeling him swallow his drink. The woman gave a smile towards the action and shook Eve's hand carefully, trying not to have too much movement against Damon's adams apple.
"Liz Forbes." She smiled as Eve patted Damon on the side of his cheek before retrieving her arm away from his throat. Damon gave another scowl towards her. Eve only stuck her tongue out at him before remembering the name Liz Forbes.
"Oh! De one name I've gotten out of Damon! Yer de sheriff dan." Eve smiled at her, remembering the conversation to Charlotteville with Damon. "Oh right, ya and Damon need ta talk privately dan." Liz gave Eve a curious look. "I mean, he told me he was involved in some secret ting, but I couldn't get it out of him what it was." Eve rambled as she saw Liz's eyes widen and retract back to normal. Along with her eyes, Eve heard her heart speed up a small bit at the mention of a secret, and then to fall back to its original pattern when Eve told her she didn't know anything. "So I'll just leave ya two alone. Fer now." Eve gave Liz a smile as she downed the rest of her Jameson and stood up. "I'll just wait fer ya at a booth, Day." The nickname spilled out of Eve's lips before she could even catch herself. Damon's eyes met Eve's as a small smirk sprawled across his own lips.
"That's fine, Evie." Damon said, letting Eve's nickname roll of his tongue. Eve rolled her eyes as Damon winked at her. Eve stood up, looking back over to Liz. Or, up, now that she wasn't sitting on a bar stool, she realized Liz was a lot taller than she looked.
"It was nice meetin' ya." Eve smiled at Liz, wiggling her fingers as she started walking away from the two.
"It was nice meeting you too." Liz gave a kind smile back to Eve as Eve made her way to a vacant table. "She seems nice." Liz smiled at Damon. He shrugged a little, and Eve knew he was smirking. He was such an ass. At least Eve knew that she was going to be able to hear clearly. As if Eve was going to miss out on the conversation about vampires.
It was no surprise that Damon told Eve about him being in a council of the town. The surprise was that the council hunted vampires. Eve found it ironic and couldn't stop laughing once Damon had told her. The only thing that actually made Eve upset was that Damon killed Lexi. He could have turned someone and killed them, but no, Damon had to go beyond the call of duty and kill Stefan's oldest friend.
"Remember when I told the council that I had a friend who would be a good secretary?" Damon questioned Liz. Liz was silent, trying to remember the conversation. "That's her. She would be good at writing things down. She may write down a few opinions of her own on the side, but she would get the main message across." Damon chuckled into his glass. Liz let out a small snicker of her own.
"Is she just a friend, Day?" Liz teased Damon over the new found nickname. Damon rolled his eyes at the comment, not even bothering to reply. "But anyway, listen, I need a favor." Liz let out a small sigh.
"You ever been in love?" Damon questioned looking back at her. Liz tensed up at the question as Damon swirled his drink casually.
"Excuse me?" Liz questioned, seemingly taken back from his question. Damon glanced at her from the corner of his eyes.
"Have you ever been so bent on someone…just to have your heart ripped out by them?" Damon questioned looking forward again. Eve restrained from the eye roll that she felt as he mentioned Katherine.
"You forget I was married." Liz stated coolly.
"Right." He looked back over to her. "Gay husband." He stated nonchalantly. Liz looked forward, as her body became tense. "She'll have what I'm having." Damon said pointing at the blonde woman. The bartender poured another glass of bourbon. "Sit down." He told her as he patted the seat beside him. She sat down as her body relaxed a little.
"There's a fundraiser here tonight that the Founder's Council is throwing." She said letting out a small sigh. "The town's most eligible bachelors get raffled off for dates…" She trailed off taking a breath in. "And, well, we're short a bachelor."
"Is this what you do when there's no, um..." Damon leaned closer to the woman as he lowered his voice. "Vampires? Organize bachelor raffles?" She let out a chuckle as he leaned away from her.
"Oh, trust me. At this point, I miss the vampires." She smiled at him. Oh the irony in that sentence alone must have had Damon smirking. "Look, you're a hero to this town, Damon. I know most people don't know it, but you are, and you're single…and a catch." She said tapping his hand lightly. "Unless, you're already taken." Liz said playfully. Damon's head snapped towards her and raised his eyebrow. Eve quickly looked down seeing Liz's head move towards her direction. A slight blush spread across Eve's face. Why would anyone think that they were together? Eve knew that they teased each other but it was all in good fun.
"What?" Damon asked quickly. "Me and Eve?" He asked letting out a sharp scoff of a laugh. Eve looked back up at the two as she saw a small smirk begin to form on Damon's lips. "She's my friend, as beautiful as she is; I have no chance with her." What an ass. Eve rolled her eyes subconsciously.
"Fine, fine." Liz chuckled before going back to her beginning mission. "So why don't you come tonight? You could bring your beautiful friend so she can find herself her own beautiful friend." Liz teased again. Damon let out a groan. "Oh, come on, help me out." Liz begged. Damon grumbled lowly again. "Carol Lockwood won't let me live it down if I come up empty-handed." She pleaded.
"You know…" Damon trailed off. "A room full of women clamoring to win a date with me. Sounds tasty." Eve looked down, trying to keep herself from laughing. Liz laughed though instead.
"Thank you!" She breathed out. Eve smiled at the happiness of this woman. Eve just met this woman and yet her smile made Eve want to smile. Maybe that was the Mystic Falls way. Or at least the human side of Mystic Falls.
"But one thing," Damon said as Liz stood up. "Can you get information on someone for me?" He asked lowly. Liz cocked her head. "Alaric Saltzman, the history teacher." He stated. Eve wondered if that was the teacher from before. "There's just something a little off about him, and I just - I just wanna make sure that the high school did their homework on this guy." Liz nodded, putting down her glass.
"You got it." She said turning to walk away.
"Thanks." Damon said quickly. At least he remembered his manners.
"He's all yours again." Liz said patting the table as she walked by Eve and winked. Eve chucked before walking back over to Damon.
"So, de scary sheriff is doin' yer dirty work fer ya now?" Eve snickered as she sat beside Damon again. He glanced over at Eve as he took another drink of his bourbon.
"I don't know much about this guy Evie." Damon said quietly. "He could be dangerous and if he is, I need to make sure Stefan's okay." He muttered lowly, as if he felt ashamed to care about his brother. Eve loudly scoffed at him.
"Is de big bad wolf goin' ta get yer baby brother?" Eve pinched his cheek playfully. Damon rolled his eyes.
"Only one way to make sure." He grumbled. "Know thy enemy, Evie." He glanced up at her with a smirk falling on his lips. Eve raised an eyebrow at him.
"Yer just upset because he has a deep voice, aren't ya?" Eve questioned playfully. Damon rolled his eyes as he lifted his fingers to signal that he wanted more bourbon. "Hey, no more." Eve said quickly putting her hand over the glass' top. The bartender looked at Eve cautiously as Eve shook her head at the man before he nodded slightly and went to attend other customers.
"Evie why?" Damon groaned looking at Eve's hand. Eve sighed pulling the glass away from Damon and standing up. "Evie!" Damon whined. Eve ignored Damon's cries as she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the pool table.
"Shut up and tell me about Mystic Falls." Eve demanded. Damon looked shocked by her sudden harsh words. "Come on, ya got me a drink and ya even got yer own. It's yer turn ta tell me what's up." Eve said more gently to not erk the man anymore. Damon let out a dramatic sigh before grabbing two pool sticks.
"Fine, fine, only if," He said raising the pool stick above his head, already too far above Eve's grasp to even attempt to jump and get it. "You snap at me more." Damon's face came dangerously close to Eve's. Eve could smell the bourbon emitting from his lips. She stuck her tongue out at the smell and at Damon's actions before swiftly jumping and grabbing the pool stick.
"In yer dreams, Day." Eve smirked at Damon's slow reaction time before lightly hitting him on the back with the pool stick. "Now, ya have ta tell me about Mystic Falls and its secrets." Eve insisted as Damon rubbed his back before grabbing the crummy blue chalk for the ends of the pool stick. Eve found the billiard balls and put them into the rack in numerical order.
"You know you don't put them in numerical order Evie." Damon muttered as he glanced over at Eve as she finally placed the number 15 ball into its place. Eve glanced up with a small smile on her face, pleased with her work.
"Damon, I have no idea how ta actually play pool. I just hit stuff until it goes inta de holes." Eve's eyes caught Damon's as she realized how the sentence came out. Before she could defend herself, Damon burst out laughing. Eve could only grumble as she rolled the rack to the middle of the table and ignored the heat on her cheeks.
"Eve, how old are you?" Damon questioned with a smirk on his face. Eve rolled her eyes as she picked up the rack, trying not to disturb her numerical billiard balls before placing the rack by the pool sticks hanging on the wall.
"My apologies, Damon, I was only 10 when dey came up with de eight ball. How old were ya in 1900?" Eve snapped playfully as Damon decided to play Eve's way instead of try and teach her how to play a real game.
"Old." Damon muttered with a small smirk as Eve placed the cue ball to line up with her row. "But I will indulge you. How do you play pool, Evie?" Damon questioned looking at Eve as she chalked the end of her pool stick with the blue chalk.
"Ya just hit de balls inta de holes Day." Eve shrugged. How else could she explain the way she played? The real game was too challenging for Eve and her short temper. She could barely play any games with her temper or she would literally start murdering people. So she dumbed down games to make sure there was no real competition and people simply played the game and had fun.
"So no one wins?" Damon questioned aloud, already knowing the answer to his question. Eve never liked competitions. She was too aggressive.
"Right." Eve smiled at the taller man before bending over to shoot the cue ball and break apart the triangle of billiards. Damon couldn't help but smile as he leaned against his pool stick. "Now." Eve stood up straight, looking at Damon. "Talk." Eve pointed her pool stick at him dramatically. "And play de game." Eve stated as a small smirk found its way to her lips. Damon let out a small chuckle as he walked over to where the cue ball had stopped and found himself begin to finally talk about his short time in Mystic Falls so far.
Cliff Hanger ooooh. Okay. The pool was a lazy excuse. I, myself, have no idea how to play pool. So I cheated and made Eve not know how to play pool so I wouldn't have to write out how pool is played because how even? ANYWAY. Here is an update. I hope you like!
Shout out to
GiraffePanda2 because I made you blush and that was my real goal all along! I kid! X3 Remind me to continue the 60's reference if I forget because there is a small story behind it, I just need to find the perfect time to actually write about it (and if not, I have a tumblr for this story and I can just write a short story about the 60's if I can't find the perfect time) ALSO I AM SO GLAD YOU LIKE CAROLINE BECAUSE OMG SHE IS SUCH A PRECIOUS CINNAMON BUN. And I'm going to do a cliché thing with her in the future too x3 And basically I am just so pleased that you like the third person because I was so worried about it. I wanted to make it in third person after I wrote Alaric and Stefan talking because THE POSSIBILITIES. And I just hope I don't disappoint anytime soon because you are also a precious cinnamon bun! Huggles to you!