Bearding the lionness in her den. Or something. (OTA, Tag Drusilla and Jenna)
Damon had been avoiding Fangtasia since Halloween. Luckily, P3 provided plenty of hunting opportunities with people who liked the handsome bartender, so he hadn't gone hungry...but he'd had to be more careful. He didn't want to upset Phoebe, which was a weird feeling.
After everything the previous weekend, he'd found himself a little more shaken. He remembered how miserable he'd been back then--arrogant and difficult and angry all the time. Not a great deal had changed through the centuries, but in the last few years...things had shifted.
He didn't want to be that guy anymore. That guy...he wouldn't have stopped kissing Ric, would have used every advantage to get what he wanted. Damon hadn't, but he'd done enough, and this feeling of remorse was plucking at him
He was also hungry and not working today and not in the mood for a blood bag. So Fangtasia it was. He moved in with confidence he didn't feel and settled at the bar, scanning the room for both the vampire he was looking for and anyone else who might let him settle a bit more in his skin--and get something, someone, to eat.
After everything the previous weekend, he'd found himself a little more shaken. He remembered how miserable he'd been back then--arrogant and difficult and angry all the time. Not a great deal had changed through the centuries, but in the last few years...things had shifted.
He didn't want to be that guy anymore. That guy...he wouldn't have stopped kissing Ric, would have used every advantage to get what he wanted. Damon hadn't, but he'd done enough, and this feeling of remorse was plucking at him
He was also hungry and not working today and not in the mood for a blood bag. So Fangtasia it was. He moved in with confidence he didn't feel and settled at the bar, scanning the room for both the vampire he was looking for and anyone else who might let him settle a bit more in his skin--and get something, someone, to eat.