( Damon gets the grand tour. He's assigned a room, attends the big group meal that makes him feel like he's staying with an army (that's right, he is), and he settles in. After a shower, one of the more curious slayers asks if he's coming out with them tonight. He asks his brother, invites himself either way, and joins the caravan into town. The ladies are chatty and just as curious as the first slayer that approached him. Some ask him about Stefan, others ask him about Mystic Falls, or America. One asks if he's single. Another slayer says, 'Alright now, Buffy,' and Damon snorts as he climbs out of one of the vans.
The rain lets up just enough to not soak the group as they make their way inside.
Hands on his brothers shoulders, he walks them into the small town Scottish pub. What feels like a quiet and quaint night has now been brought up a notch with fifteen girls, his brother, Buffy, and a man with an eye patch joining the proceedings. Damon does not buy a round, or crowd the bar, he moves to the far, far end to order his drinks for Stefan and Buffy. Before he can get one of the bartender's attention, his own is requested.
He hasn't heard her voice in over a year when she and her husband got into a tiff during the movie in the square. And before that, easily a decade. He turns, a grin already forming. He would say it's a bit too dreary here for Scarlett O'Hara, but of course Rhett is seated opposite her, having followed her gaze. )
Twice in one decade, I'd think you need something from me. ( But, he jokes. She's one of his favorite sirings, if he were to rank them, anyway. Elena would always be number one (not the means and not the aftermath, but, it's Elena), and then it would go Scarlett and Isobel. R.I.P. Isobel. ) Or, I could say something about kilts and coincidences. Rhett.
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The rain lets up just enough to not soak the group as they make their way inside.
Hands on his brothers shoulders, he walks them into the small town Scottish pub. What feels like a quiet and quaint night has now been brought up a notch with fifteen girls, his brother, Buffy, and a man with an eye patch joining the proceedings. Damon does not buy a round, or crowd the bar, he moves to the far, far end to order his drinks for Stefan and Buffy. Before he can get one of the bartender's attention, his own is requested.
He hasn't heard her voice in over a year when she and her husband got into a tiff during the movie in the square. And before that, easily a decade. He turns, a grin already forming. He would say it's a bit too dreary here for Scarlett O'Hara, but of course Rhett is seated opposite her, having followed her gaze. )
Twice in one decade, I'd think you need something from me. ( But, he jokes. She's one of his favorite sirings, if he were to rank them, anyway. Elena would always be number one (not the means and not the aftermath, but, it's Elena), and then it would go Scarlett and Isobel. R.I.P. Isobel. ) Or, I could say something about kilts and coincidences. Rhett.
( "Damon Salvatore, you son of a bitch."
Now Rhett's not too far off from that one. )
What are you doing in Scotland?