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Characters: Damon and anyone who chooses to join in
Setting/Location: Common Room
Date & Time: Day 59
Warnings: Drunkenness and beads
Summary: Damon's throwing a party. He'll probably make himself feel better by making other people feel bad.
Damon had a not-so-secret love of Anne Rice. She was just...on it. All of her novels, well, at least the earlier ones, really seemed to capture the idea of vampirism, so much so that Damon had once or twice wondered if the author was, in fact, a vampire herself. Among the things she had gotten right was the love that most vampires had for the city of New Orleans. Aside from the incredible magical energy enmeshed within the city, there was also the ample amount of debauchery. It made hunting a cake walk. The only reason Damon had never decided to settle down and become the big fish in New Orleans was the fact that it was so dirty. The only messes Damon enjoyed were the ones he made.
Generally speaking, it was Damon's way to arrive late at a party, but since he was the one throwing this one, he was there early. The first order of business? Lighting. Although he hadn't reached the point of hunger frenzy yet, Damon was famished. He would have to keep it together as much as possible. That meant a limited amount of chasing and that he would have to rely on his own charm, more than his abilities, to get a drink off of someone. Maybe that cheerleader, assuming Bonnie hadn't completely mucked that up for him. He was still annoyed with her over that, but at least she was redeeming herself by bringing the alcohol. Now, he could only hope she would let him carefully cultivate his herd in peace.
Finding sources of blood was an art for Damon, particularly when it came to women. He was good at it, he knew. And he had already lay the foundations for any and all conquests he would make tonight with his wardrobe. He had "borrowed" someone's white shirt from the laundry, cutting off all of the buttons above the navel to display his impressive--albeit white--chest. As much as Damon enjoyed the modern era, he had decided to revert to his old self a bit, sporting a pair of black leather pants. Briefly, he had considered stuffing a sock somewhere, but that really wasn't his aim tonight. All he wanted was a snack. And then, maybe some dancing. Damon was an excellent dancer.
Setting/Location: Common Room
Date & Time: Day 59
Warnings: Drunkenness and beads
Summary: Damon's throwing a party. He'll probably make himself feel better by making other people feel bad.
Damon had a not-so-secret love of Anne Rice. She was just...on it. All of her novels, well, at least the earlier ones, really seemed to capture the idea of vampirism, so much so that Damon had once or twice wondered if the author was, in fact, a vampire herself. Among the things she had gotten right was the love that most vampires had for the city of New Orleans. Aside from the incredible magical energy enmeshed within the city, there was also the ample amount of debauchery. It made hunting a cake walk. The only reason Damon had never decided to settle down and become the big fish in New Orleans was the fact that it was so dirty. The only messes Damon enjoyed were the ones he made.
Generally speaking, it was Damon's way to arrive late at a party, but since he was the one throwing this one, he was there early. The first order of business? Lighting. Although he hadn't reached the point of hunger frenzy yet, Damon was famished. He would have to keep it together as much as possible. That meant a limited amount of chasing and that he would have to rely on his own charm, more than his abilities, to get a drink off of someone. Maybe that cheerleader, assuming Bonnie hadn't completely mucked that up for him. He was still annoyed with her over that, but at least she was redeeming herself by bringing the alcohol. Now, he could only hope she would let him carefully cultivate his herd in peace.
Finding sources of blood was an art for Damon, particularly when it came to women. He was good at it, he knew. And he had already lay the foundations for any and all conquests he would make tonight with his wardrobe. He had "borrowed" someone's white shirt from the laundry, cutting off all of the buttons above the navel to display his impressive--albeit white--chest. As much as Damon enjoyed the modern era, he had decided to revert to his old self a bit, sporting a pair of black leather pants. Briefly, he had considered stuffing a sock somewhere, but that really wasn't his aim tonight. All he wanted was a snack. And then, maybe some dancing. Damon was an excellent dancer.