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[patrols]

Well, maybe you should think on that while she's gone.

[Because if they're still renting the house here, that means they're probably coming back.]

And if it doesn't work out, that's not a bad thing. But at least you took a step in the direction of moving on. The first step's always the hardest part.

[unforgivably]

( A comely blonde in ringlets enters, giving a look around, and asks, "Could I use the bathroom?"

He puts his best customer service voice on. )

Yeah, it's back there, but order a drink when you're out, cause it's customers only.

( Sure thing, her look says as she passes them, but in the doorway, she looks back.

"I'm sorry, but, are you Damon Salvatore? Are you the owner?"

Maybe things aren't turning around, but a cute blonde's a cute blonde. )

That's me.

( Her (13) pulls off her shot and Damon's (3) is caught by total surprise as he drops to his knees, holding onto the bartop.

Lindsay (8)
Ringlets (5)
Damon (4))

[patrols]

[Lindsay starts at the bang, but her reflexes have been honed enough that she jumps into action quickly. She doesn't have her gun on her, but she is a Slayer. That makes her a weapon in and of itself.

She grabs the stool next to her before launching it at the woman with the gun (20), smacking her in the middle and hopefully knocking her off her feet to disarm her.]

[unforgivably]

( The stool is too long and too heavy for Ringlets to do anything but brace herself against it (15). She's knocked back into the doorway of the women's rest room, which slightly opens and closes as she slumps down. Her hand and side and whole body might be in pain, but she remains armed and tries shooting through the stool's legs - but, like it says on the tin, she's shooting through the legs of a barstool. (4)

Damon is in PAIN (6) and therefore can only seethe through his teeth. )

Wooden bullets, Lindsay!

[patrols]

Well shit.

[She moves across the room, wanting to stop the woman who's shooting wildly, and moving out of her limited range of barstool shooting (9). It's a few quick steps to where she fell, and she grabs hold of the stool, twisting it in an attempt to disarm her (13).]

[unforgivably]

( Ringlets drops the gun with a painful crack of something (8), but the a cry, she tries kicking Lindsay away (17).

Damon, meanwhile, sinks to the ground. Make a spot check, Lindsay! )

[patrols]

[Lindsay trips over her leg (9) and is successfully pushed away, probably because she was glancing over in Damon's direction to make sure he was okay (10).]

[unforgivably]

( Is that the edge of his shoe being dragged away? Maybe, but, it's Lindsay's turn for what she wants to do with that information, still in this tussle with this woman. )

[patrols]

[Shit shit shit shit okay. Lindsay turns and reaches into her purse, pulling out a pair of handcuffs and grabs the girl's wrist, handcuffing her to the bathroom door, before grabbing her gun off the floor.]

Stay.

[And with that, she turns to go find Damon (15).]

[telegraphs]

( She pulls at her wrist, pissed, and hits herself in the head with the door hard. While Lindsay runs to follow, she successfully breaks a thumb (18) to remove her hand. But, Lindsay does have a head start.

Outside, she she's a trunk open and there is someone in shadow -- and with a (19) she sees a syringe glint in the streetlight, and it shoves down. Probably to sedate her friend.

"Harry!" Ringlets yells, gun up and trained on Lindsay. When he looks up, he sees his partner go down hard because Beck got her with an errant 2 x 4 (18). She's knocked out )

What you get for pulling a gun on my fiancée, ( he says, dropping it down on her.

He also gets a (3) for initiative. )

[patrols]

[This seems like the ideal time for a quip but she doesn't want to split her focus. She keeps charging towards the man with Damon and the syringe. She puts in a burst of speed, before throwing out an arm once she's close enough, intending to throw him to the ground (5).

But she might miss. Maybe she slips, depending.]

[telegraphs]

( Yeah, his (16) ensures that he quickly sticks Damon and jumps back. Lindsay charges toward an open trunk and her friend missing him.

Syringe gets a (4) for initiative and takes the opportunity to slam the car's trunk down on her but he's too far away to effectively do it (3, 18) and Lindsay manages to be missed -- but Damon is now in the closed trunk of a car.

Beck picks up the gun, aiming for the Syringe (9). With unsuccessfully attacking the slayer, and being so open a target, Beck's shot connects (2), going through and through one arm. )

[patrols]

[Since there doesn't seem to be a driver in the car, she leaves Damon where he is to sleep off his wooden bullet/vervain nap until the hunters are dealt with. She turns towards Syringe and swings a kick to the face (8), clearly still a bit off balance.]

[telegraphs]

( Yeah, Syringe dodges, showing off (19) as he dips back.

Ringlets awakens, and can't do much else, an intense pain coming from the back of her head.

Using the car's trunk, Syringe hops up, looking at kicking her in the face back (11)

He's now a little too close to Beck's fiancée to do anything with a gun, so he holds the gun on Ringlets )

Uh, uh, don't move.

[patrols]

[Lindsay follows, squaring up again, before turning and taking a Slayer-charged punch at his jaw (14). She doesn't intend to let him get away that easily, not until they know what they want. Why they are here, trying to kidnap her friend.]

[telegraphs]

( Syringe barely dodging her punch (15).

Ringlets weighs her options, hands going up as she sits back on her ankles. It's uncomfortable, and she makes a big show of reaching down to her foot before everything happens so fast, Beck sees what she's doing as she releases a dagger, flinging it (17). Fiancee-slayer training kicks in as he tries to use the gun to parry it away, but it still edges his hand (17), however, he manages to hold onto his gun (12).

Inside the trunk, Damon rouses! (18) But, he has no idea where he is or why.

Syringe tries to bring his hands to Lindsay's back, slamming her down onto the trunk (5).

Beck moves in and tries to pistol-whip Ringlets (18) and Ringlets takes it like a champ, (18), spitting out blood directly after. )

[patrols]

[Lindsay dips backwards, just barely avoiding being slammed (9). Then she swings back around with a kick to the face (20), hoping to take Syringe down for the count.]

[telegraphs]

( Syringe is too close and goes down with a swoop of her leg (3).

Recognizing this is now a two-to-one game, Ringlets changes her tune.

"Don't hurt him!" )

[patrols]

[Lindsay raises an eyebrow before nudging her fallen friend over, dropping her foot down on top of his chest, holding him to the ground and applying just enough pressure for it to be uncomfortable.]

You shot my friend and crashed my date. I'm not sure why I shouldn't.

[telegraphs]

She doesn't like date crashers or gate crashers.

( "Damon Salvatore's a vampire," she says simply, hoping that clears everything up. This woman won't be his friend if she knows that, right? "They're real and he's dangerous. Over a hundred years old."

As if on cue, Damon tries kicking at the car trunk he's found himself in, (7) but it doesn't budge. )

[patrols]

[Lindsay tips her head to the side, raising her eyebrows.]

Yeah. And I'm a Slayer, dipshit. If he was an actual threat, I would have staked him already.

[telegraphs]

( That's a (4) for recognition. She just furrows a brow, but cowers under Beck's gun. )

Maybe let him out of the boot.

[patrols]

[Lindsay nods, before reaching back behind her to find the latch of the trunk to open it up.]

How you doing, buddy?

[telegraphs]

( "How do you think," he asks, sarcastically, accepting a hand to help him out of the trunk. He gets a look at the unconscious hunter and Goldilocks.

"Should we be looking for the three bears?" )

Damon.

( "Beckford," he says with a pop of his lips. )

Charmed.

( "Let me continue the interrogation," he says with malice in her direction. )

[patrols]

No.

[She shakes her head before reaching for the guy in front of her and flipping him over.]

They have a nice holding sell waiting for them, where I, the Sheriff, will continue this interrogation.

[And with that, Damon's phone rings.]