[ He's not even remotely aware of their circumstances, except when he comes to there's a fifty-fifty guarantee that he'll believe magic's involved. Magic and scotch; once upon a time he knew better than to mix the two. But it's too late now to think on all the witches he's pissed off in his very long life, especially when Damon's face down on the bed and shirtless, one arm possessively branching out across Caroline's middle, down to where his fingers rest at her hip. He's dimly aware in his light stirring that there's a female someone in his bed and of the thrum of sitting blood in his system (he must have gorged) but not that she's wearing the diamond ring of whoever he ate.
It begs the question. Which one of them will end up screaming first? ]
[Caroline had been known to rage, back in the day, sure. There were nights back in early high school, parties, where she'd get so sloppy drunk she'd wake up and have no idea what she did the night before. But this takes the cake. And apparently it's a wedding cake this time. Of course, now that she's a vampire, she's got the added perk of not being hung over when she overindulges.
So when she rolls into a warm body in her mostly asleep state, she wakes right up with a soft sound, a confused sound. Dark hair, lightly muscled lithe torso... She knew that body and it is not a body she expected to be pressed naked to again. But unlike the last time she woke up unexpectedly next to Damon Salvatore, she's not tiptoe-ing out of the bed. No, she gives him a shove, not enough to knock him off the bed but enough to wake up him] Damon! What the hell!
[ There's an offended grunt jumping out of his throat before he peels his eyes open. First of all, rude. And second of all (now that he's looking at her) what the hell is sounding more and more like a question he knows he'd like answered. Also, they're naked. With the lack of clothing and the touching and the - did Caroline always have such a nice rack? He's going nowhere good with that.
So Damon's rolling over before he gets smacked a second time. ] If you wanted to see me naked again, you didn't have to use the date rape drug for vampires. You could have just begged.
[Okay, Damon is still hot, though that's because of the whole never-changing vampire thing. And she's only distracted by his rolling over and the quick glimpse of that ass before she grabs the sheet and pulls it up over herself, glaring at him.] Oh, no, don't even try to pretend you're not behind this, Damon. Don't even-- [That's when the light streaming from one of the vast windows of their ridiculously sized suite hits the ring on her left hand and she groans.] You have to be kidding me! We so did not do that stupid get drunk and get married thing.
[ Duh. The moment he stops being hot will because he's finally become all corpsified, but even then... Not a thought he wants to dive into. Or an imagery he wishes to linger on. And oh, for the love of all things suffering and bleeding, could she for one second in time not flip out on him? A man can only take so much so early in the morning. He starts to object to her theatrics when he sees that rock on her finger and how he grabs her hand isn't unlike the way he used to jerk her around. ]
You could have done worse. [ That says nothing, of course, about him. Whether or not he could is debatable. ] And whatever we did, it doesn't count. Death's already done us our part. Rejoice. Celebrate. I'd say have ritualistic sex, but.. [ Insert gesture at the sheet covering them and a smirk. ]
[Damon, such a smug ass. Cue Caroline yanking her hand way from his grip, giving the ring her own appraisal. It was pretty nice... Ew. No. Snap out of it, Caroline.
She pulls the blanket tighter against her when he gives her that smirky smug look, implying the obvious. They had sex. They definitely got married Vegas style and had sex.] So I got drunk and then you tricked me into marrying you in some cheapo Elvis chapel to be funny? [At least she's not blaming him for getting her drunk, she knows she can do that to herself just fine.] Because this isn't funny at all. [Okay it sort of is... Is vampire marriage even binding? I mean, they are dead. He sort of has a point but still.] I can't believe I don't even remember my wedding night. [It was supposed to be special. And yes, Caroline is being ridiculous by focusing on this]
[ One plus one is two. There's a chance they didn't have sex (he certainly can't recall it) but why else would they be naked? He's on board with that up until she mentions Elvis. ] Yes, Caroline, that's exactly what happened. I decided to be tacky after I stole you an incredibly expensive ring. And then we put on matching leather pantsuits and wigs while we jazzed it up and down the aisle.
[ He finds this all hilarious! It's a wedding night, not the end of the world. Probably because marriage doesn't really mean much in this day and age and it doesn't mean anything for vampires. ] I'm hurt. Genuinely hurt. After such a touching service, you can't even remember the song we danced to. I thought we meant more to each other than that.
[ So hurt, in fact, that he's climbing out of bed and searching for pants or whatever. He hopes he won't actually find a leather pantsuit. ]
You don't remember either! [It's an accusation she's not really sure about but she's fairly sure he's just as clueless about this as she is. She hates how smug he is and how much he doesn't seem to care. And while, yes, marriage means nothing in this day and age, it meant something to Caroline, she's still a sappy romantic teenager underneath it all!] What do you remember?
[Come on, Damon, look at her... She's sounds a tad vulnerable and she looks a little sad as she draws her sheet-covered knees up to her chest. She's trying to hide it though. She does, however, spy his boxers hanging from the chandelier above the bed. (Oh my God there's a chandelier in their room.)]
[ It's also one he doesn't acknowledge because he's busy dodging her put-off look in general. Instead he follows her line of vision to the glass chandelier hanging above them and tilts his head to the side, suddenly pensive. How on earth did those get up there? ]
What were we up to? [ He muses quietly and to himself, just before labeling eyes turn to Caroline. ] You're more aggressive than I previously gave you credit for.
[ No, that's not what he remembers. Since he's not exactly inclined to stand in the nude on the bed in front of her face when she looks so downtrodden, he's taking a seat. He's not experiencing any shame but for her sake, he covers up. Time and a place. ] Dancing and a plethora of alcohol. I vaguely remember carrying you out of a fountain after we got kicked out for counting cards.
[ Compulsion, card counting - humans see what they want to see. ]
[Caroline shot him annoyed glance before looking back up at the boxers and actually cracking a bit of a smile because, wow. But she's quick to hide it because she's so not supposed to be happy right now, right? And she isn't really. This is so awkward.] I remember dancing and alcohol. But yeah, I don't remember the fountain or this. [She shakes her hand a little.]
Wait-- We got kicked out? [She glances down at her self for a moment] At least I didn't get a tattoo or something. [Just married. Great.]
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It begs the question. Which one of them will end up screaming first? ]
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So when she rolls into a warm body in her mostly asleep state, she wakes right up with a soft sound, a confused sound. Dark hair, lightly muscled lithe torso... She knew that body and it is not a body she expected to be pressed naked to again. But unlike the last time she woke up unexpectedly next to Damon Salvatore, she's not tiptoe-ing out of the bed. No, she gives him a shove, not enough to knock him off the bed but enough to wake up him] Damon! What the hell!
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So Damon's rolling over before he gets smacked a second time. ] If you wanted to see me naked again, you didn't have to use the date rape drug for vampires. You could have just begged.
[ Obviously, this is her doing! ]
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You could have done worse. [ That says nothing, of course, about him. Whether or not he could is debatable. ] And whatever we did, it doesn't count. Death's already done us our part. Rejoice. Celebrate. I'd say have ritualistic sex, but.. [ Insert gesture at the sheet covering them and a smirk. ]
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She pulls the blanket tighter against her when he gives her that smirky smug look, implying the obvious. They had sex. They definitely got married Vegas style and had sex.] So I got drunk and then you tricked me into marrying you in some cheapo Elvis chapel to be funny? [At least she's not blaming him for getting her drunk, she knows she can do that to herself just fine.] Because this isn't funny at all. [Okay it sort of is... Is vampire marriage even binding? I mean, they are dead. He sort of has a point but still.] I can't believe I don't even remember my wedding night. [It was supposed to be special. And yes, Caroline is being ridiculous by focusing on this]
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[ He finds this all hilarious! It's a wedding night, not the end of the world. Probably because marriage doesn't really mean much in this day and age and it doesn't mean anything for vampires. ] I'm hurt. Genuinely hurt. After such a touching service, you can't even remember the song we danced to. I thought we meant more to each other than that.
[ So hurt, in fact, that he's climbing out of bed and searching for pants or whatever. He hopes he won't actually find a leather pantsuit. ]
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[Come on, Damon, look at her... She's sounds a tad vulnerable and she looks a little sad as she draws her sheet-covered knees up to her chest. She's trying to hide it though. She does, however, spy his boxers hanging from the chandelier above the bed. (Oh my God there's a chandelier in their room.)]
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What were we up to? [ He muses quietly and to himself, just before labeling eyes turn to Caroline. ] You're more aggressive than I previously gave you credit for.
[ No, that's not what he remembers. Since he's not exactly inclined to stand in the nude on the bed in front of her face when she looks so downtrodden, he's taking a seat. He's not experiencing any shame but for her sake, he covers up. Time and a place. ] Dancing and a plethora of alcohol. I vaguely remember carrying you out of a fountain after we got kicked out for counting cards.
[ Compulsion, card counting - humans see what they want to see. ]
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Wait-- We got kicked out? [She glances down at her self for a moment] At least I didn't get a tattoo or something. [Just married. Great.]
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