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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.

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[rainingcereal]

Party? Yeah, that sounds like Neil's cup of tea. Not that he spent a long time at parties back home. Those his age threw stuff that were really lame, with stupid games like spin the bottle. The older boys though? Those are the fun ones. They skipped the games and went straight for the sex, drugs, rock and roll.

That- Neil could appreciate.

Besides, it was time to break out the wardrobe that Arthur left him. (He would never admit that he rather missed his older clone. While it was creepy to have somebody with the same face walking around, that familiarity was comforting at times.) A crisp white shirt with too long sleeves that he rolled up, and a pair of slacks that hung low on his too-slim hips. The combination created a vulnerability that Neil could easily cashed in on.

[getsthelastword]

Damon always took note when jailbait entered one of his domains. What he wasn't quite so used to was seeing male jailbait. Bonnie hadn't been kidding. The deck was heavily stacked against him on this caravan.

Curiosity, however, was a bitch, so Damon decided to watch the newcomer. He wished his powers were up to snuff, he would have been interested to know what was going on in the kid's brain. For some reason, Damon felt like the kid was a male version of Bonnie. He wasn't bouncing off of the walls or anything, but there was just...something.

Stef would so try to play matchmaker.

[rainingcereal]

Hey, people dig jailbait. At least, those who were willing to pay. His shoulders twitched as Neil sensed somebody watching him. A little thrill that ran down his spine which he usually thought came with the fun of the chase. Catch the eye of a man, follow him back, fuck, and get some cash out of it.

Now, he wasn't so sure. Perhaps it was just the fight-or-flight instinct of a prey who recognized a predator.

It didn't stop him from looking up though, from tilting his chin invitingly at the stranger. Hi.

[getsthelastword]

Oh gross. Was the little boy flirting with him? This place was becoming more and more like Rowan, in Damon's opinion. So far, he hadn't heard a lot about that sort of behavior on the caravan, but frankly, he thought it might liven up the place. Still...yeah...not Damon's type.

"Hey kid," he said, "Don't get me busted by the morality police if you get skunked."

[rainingcereal]

Oh great. "Are you one of them?" Neil raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. There went his plans to get laid. Hell, was he ever going to get laid in this place? That Santana girl complained about too many people around being gay. Obviously, they were living in some weird parallel universes because everybody here was either straight or a prude, or both.

"Or are you just a dick?"

[getsthelastword]

Damon laughed. "I'm not the morality police," he replied. "Believe me." He paused a moment. "I am a dick, though. You can ask any of the girls I've dated." Dated probably wasn't the right word, but Damon didn't particularly feel like saying something more accurate right now. Not while he was this hungry.

"I don't care what you do, but there's some spaz on the network who's promised to beat me up or something if I allow underage kids to drink or screw." Damon shrugged. "He's a bigger dick than I am. Metaphorically speaking, of course."