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[getsthelastword]

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.

Comments

Sorry, not a woman.

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Face hadn't been expecting to attend a party. He was only vaguely aware of the planning for one, much less whether or not it would go to fruition. However, upon stumbling into the common area, he realized not only had the idea been a serious one, it had been put into practice.

Well, there wasn't any sort of restriction on attendance, was there? Even if there was, Face was fairly certain he could talk his way in. Maybe it was what was needed around the caravan-- something to liven the place up. No harm in having a few drinks, getting to know a few people,...

"Is this the party?" He inquired of Damon, acting as casual as if he'd intended to show up in the first place

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Damon glanced up at the sound of his first guest's voice. A man. Possibly a used car salesman, Damon decided. There was something about him, an air, as it were. "Yeah," he said, leaning against the wall with a casual and elegant ease that he had long practiced. "Or at least, whatever passes for a party on this rickety barge."

Well, he wasn't a tasty meal (Damon wasn't that desperate) but at least he could be a source of some information. "So when and where are you from?"

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Face offered a large smile and a jovial laugh. "Well, I'm sure it won't be that different from other parties." He paused a moment at the second question, somewhat uncertain about giving such information to someone he'd just met. Then again, there wasn't exactly much the other man could do with it, was there?

"Los Angeles. May of 1986. How about you?"

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"Earth, 1991," Damon replied with an easy shrug. He could have said Florence. That was where he had been last, just in time for the New Year. Maybe it was actually 1992. He wasn't sure about that, but frankly, wasn't particularly concerned either. Anyway, Florence would always be home, but Damon had probably spent more time in other places, over the course of his immortal life. Hell, he had spent a good hundred or so around and about various parts of the UK. It was a wonder he didn't speak English with a limey accent.

"I'm just arrived. It's fun galore."

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'Earth' was a vague answer. However, if that was all he wanted to offer, Face figured it would do for the time being. Knowing the other man's exact origin wasn't something that was going to impact anything upon the caravan; there was no reason to push for clarity. Instead, he decided to put a name to this man.

"It's not so bad. You get used to it. The sights, the sounds, the, er, giants..." He paused. "Well, maybe not used to everything." He extended a hand in greeting and moved in for the information he wanted. "Templeton Peck."

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Damon took the proffered hand, perhaps squeezing it a bit harder than was necessary. "Templeton Peck?" he repeated. "Must be hard going through life with two last names." He smiled as he delivered the jibe, but frankly, he was wondering who the heck chose a name like Templeton Peck. Seriously. Come on! Damon wished he was up to full power. He'd love to go digging through this guy's head. He purchased more used cars that way.

Well, reciprocity was expected, he supposed. "Damon Salvatore," he said. He decided to show off a little bit. "Piacere di incontrarvi," he said. How did that old joke go? What do you call someone who speaks two languages? Bilingual. What do you call someone who speaks three languages? Trilingual. What do you call someone who speaks one language? American.

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Hm. Face was getting the "high society" vibe from Damon. Whether or not the guy was really that classy or not, well, the conman had made it his habit to always say what it was the other person wanted to hear. Damon wanted to speak another language? Face could work with that.

"Italian?" His smile remained. "Sounds nice. What does it mean?"

He'd always meant to work on his Italian. And French. And Spanish. And German. Somehow, he'd never gotten around to it, but it hadn't slowed Face down any. Instead, he'd let others do the talking.

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"Pleasure to meet you," Damon replied smoothly. "We should probably be speaking French for Fat Tuesday, though." Damon's French primarily consisted of incredibly bad pick up lines and fancy ways of saying 'I have an enormous...' He would fill in the blank, as needed. Fortune. Mansion. Herd. Whatever.

Damon decided this guy needed to be thrown off balance a little bit. Fortunately, he had an ace up his sleeve. And he was bored. Which was, as many would attest, a terrible combination. "So..." he drawled lazily, "How's sex with Bonnie?"

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Face was beginning to think that perhaps Damon wasn't that bad. Of course, that was before Damon asked him flat out about his -er- encounters with the young vampire. Face coughed slightly.

"You know Bonnie?" He wasn't going to answer that question, no way in hell. As a matter of fact, he was going to do his best to change the subject if possible.

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Somehow, Damon felt better. It was in his nature, as a predator, to desire the upper hand, in battle, in sex, and definitely in conversation. Actually, he didn't necessarily need the upper hand in sex. But right now, they weren't talking about his sex. And with Templeton Peck a bit off balance, Damon relaxed even more, like a panther sprawling out across a nice, cool rock.

"Oh yeah, I know Bon Bon," he said breezily. "We knew each other on Earth. And then met up again in Rowan. You were one of the first things she told me about when I got here."

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Face swallowed. "Huh."

The smile was gone, as was the confidant tone of voice. "What, uh, exactly did she tell you?" Bonnie was the only one left on the caravan who knew exactly who Face was. Face wasn't sure he was comfortable with the notion of this stranger knowing all that as well.

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"Relax, I'm not much of a gossip." That was true. Usually because Damon was the center of gossip and he was very good at dealing with that. Or at least, he told himself as much. "Bonnie's the one with the mouth. But then again, I guess you already knew that."

He almost winked. Almost.

"I suppose I ought to get all big brother on you," Damon sighed, not sounding particularly sincere. "Hurt her and I'll hurt you, yadda, yadda, yadda, blah, blah, blah." He smirked. "I don't think Bonnie would really appreciate that. She's a feisty girl. She's got some bite to her."

No one would ever appreciate his humor.

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"...So I've learned." Bonnie had certainly admitted to the biting while under the truth effects, but Face didn't see any reason to share. It seemed as though Damon already knew, which left the conman wondering how he'd come upon that knowledge himself. Maybe Bonnie had told him as well. Or bitten him.

"I think I'm going to get a drink," He announced, looking for a way out of the conversation and away from Damon. Maybe it wasn't too late to just leave. The party wasn't really started yet and he hadn't intended to show up in the first place. Still, if he was going, he would have to be smooth about it and wait for an opening. Liquor looked like a good place to start. He forced his smile back up and offered (despite his wishes), "Can I get you something?"

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Damon had learned long ago never to trust his drinks to anyone else. He shook his head, flashing his most charming smile. "No, it isn't proper etiquette for the host to be the first person skunked at a party. I'll get plastered later on in the evening."

He gave Templeton Peck an unnecessarily brusque pat on the back. "Why don't you save that drink for our Bon Bon. I want to see her well taken care of." He flashed another grin. "Just don't mention the big brother act. She'll get all pouty."

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"...right."

Face wasn't sure if Damon was honestly concerned about Bonnie. Still, he wasn't going to leave the party of Bonnie was coming; he would at least say hello to the younger vampire before ducking out. Sensing his conversation with the man was over, Face nodded a sort of goodbye and headed towards the drinks.