Glass Slippers [OPEN]

[Damon Salvatore]

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_{WAKE UP. WELL IT'S NICE TO KNOW YA, HAVE YOU LEARNED TO FLY? 'CAUSE I WOULD LIKE TO SHOW YA BABY. ALRIGHT. IF IT'S UNFAMILIAR IF I TASTE YOUR FACE THEN CAN I BREAK THE MIRROR, BABY.}

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Damon wandered into the bar like it was just another day, another day to have just another drink and enjoy it alone just like any other day. Today was different however because Damon was alone, alone enough that there was no one else sitting at the bar except him. He takes to the same stool even though it's near the middle and difficult enough to get into even without the crowd, he sits here because he usually finds Alaric beside him.

So what does Damon have left? The woman he loves continues to yield to his brother's brooding yet troubling ways, the man who he considers his best friend is a psychotic killer, and his brother well- that was already explained and getting into it further would just complicate things. Friends, family, loved ones, all of them void in Damon's heart. If he already didn't have a Grinch complex one might draw a comparison. Today his heart is just two sizes too small to give a rats ass about anything.

He called to the barkeep who he compelled to pour him a drink and leave him a bottle, sending her on her way afterwards. He refilled the glass and shot it back, emptying the contents in two hearty gulps for repeating the process. Of course there wasn't a lot of people around during the day drinking, but sooner or later he suspected the lunch rush would be on the rise. He wanted to make sure he was more than drunk before that happened.

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_{TAGGED: OPEN
LYRICS: Wake Up - AWOLNATION
NOTES: This is an open thread, I welcome all new-comers.
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

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[Bonnie Bennett]

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Bonnie threw her car keys in her massive shoulder bag and lugged it back up on her shoulder, rolling her eyes as she headed towards the door of the Mystic Grill. She was in a hurry, repeating the same routine that had come to circle around her entire life. Concentrate as hard as she could during school in the morning (something that had proved a challenge), and head for the Grill before the lunch-rush, so she could snag the table in the corner. She would shove some food down her protesting throat, while pouring over the massive spellbook she dragged everywhere recently. Looking. Searching for something that will help Elena. Willing to go anywhere, try anything. But always finding nothing.

She was going to leave again that weekend, meeting with an older Witch she had gotten in contact with for the last week. She didn't know how it would end, if this woman would be a fake or bent towards the bad side, or just not willing to help her. But Bonnie would try. For Elena, and maybe for no one else but that. For the hope that maybe one day, things would be as close to normal again.

She pulled open the door and instantly her shoulders slumped down (the heavy bag slipping down her arm). Damon. She rolled her eyes, crossing into the Grill and ordering the usual at the counter. She turned and watched Damon, for some reason unable to take her eyes off him.

"Unbelievable." She muttered, shaking her head. "Damon." She tried to get his attention as he took another shot. "It's not even noon. What the hell are you doing?"

She didn't normally engage in conversation with Damon. It was better to just keep their distance, both had almost agreed on that. But she just couldn't keep silent this time.

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