LEMONS¹ [ completed ]

30 || damon dissapoints and alaric annoys

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FINCH FLIPPED on the light to the room Damon was feeding in, cringing at all the disoriented Sorority Girls that were littered among it. Stefan stood besides her, his face am image of dissapointment,

Damon drunkenly slurs when he sees them, "No! Buzzkill Bob and Bobette!" Finch rolls her eyes moving to turn off the music

Damon stares at them blearily, "Greetings."

"Can we talk?" Stefan asks

"Yeah." Damon nods drunkenly

Finch scoffs staring at the Sorority Girls in distaste, "Preferably   without the Tri-Delts." She states as one waves at her

"Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of them. They're really good at keeping secrets." He smirks, but the two get their way as Damon moves them to a private corner while the girls lounge around on the sofas

Finch stares at the bottle of booze in Damon's hand, "You're worried about me. That's nice. Don't be. There's no need. I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? I spent the last 145 years with one goal: get in that tomb. I succeeded. Granted, Katherine wasn't in there to be rescued, but why dwell? You know, it's so liberating not having a master plan, because I can do whatever the hell I want." He rants

Stefan sighs, watching as Finch sighs, "That's kind of what we're afraid of."

"Relax. I haven't killed anyone in -- " He sighs, "-- too long."

"What's gonna happen to all the hooker wannabe pledges?" Finch asks jutting her thumb over her shoulder as she gestures to the girls

Damon smirks, "Jealous?" The girl scoffs, "Will end up in their dorm with headaches, think they blacked out. Business as usual. Predictable you didn't pull me over here for a pep talk. So drink up," He pushes the bottle into Stefan's chest, "Spill it, brother."

Stefan grabs the bottle and places it to his side, "There was a woman you may have known a few years back named Isobel in North Carolina at Duke."

"You wanna discuss the women in my past right now? Seriously?" Damon drawls

Finch groaned, stuffing her hands into her pockets, "You killed her."

"What's your point?"

"I just—just wanna know if you remember anything about her." Stefan says

"Oh, it's like a needle in a haystack, Stefan."

"Well, think hard. It's important." Stefan snaps

Damon grasps Stefan's shoulder and whispers in his ear, "Nothing is important, not anymore." He claps Stefan on the shoulder and pulls away, grabbing the bottle from Stefan's hand,

"Great chat. I have to go and exploit some women in the name of grief, which I'm sure you understand. 'TTFN', said the Tri-Delt. Heh." Damon walks back to the girls