Damon and Adam inna bar :x
warning: all the cursing. >>
Adam has no fucking clue why every time he sees this jackass, he's getting into a fight with some woman's husband. This time, the man seems to be human so he doesn't stand much of a chance when the guy hits him in the chin and he's out cold.
It also gives him the impression that that particular guy, Elena's boyfriend... not boyfriend but companion or whatever the fuck they are (really weird ass friends), is stronger than the average human. He already figured that considering how he survived all that fucking time in the last bar fight.
"You ever think about fucking people who aren't married?" Adam asks when Damon sits two seats down from him, ordering a drink for himself and glancing over at Adam at the question with an EH kind of expression on his face.
"Sounds like more effort than I feel like going through."
Because it takes effort to see a ring on someone's finger. It's pretty clear that the guy doesn't give a sideways fuck either way. Adam probably wouldn't either, but he stays to whores to avoid all the many fucking complications that could come from fucking random women that he meets in bars.
Most of them want to slap him anyway before he can manage to take them home, but still there's fucking complications taht he doesn't fucking feel like dealing with, okay?
"If you don't want fucking effort, why not fucking pay for the sex?" In his opinion, it's the easiest way to go about it, okay? Adam takes a long drink from his glass.
And Damon snorts like this idea is entirely beneath him. "Why pay money for something I can get for free?"
"It's more simple that fucking way, that's why," Adam says as he looks over at Damon like he has lost his mind. Why aren't prostitutes a good choice here? It makes perfect fucking sense to him. "And you can get them to do whatever the fuck you want or what you don't want 'em to fucking do."
"I can already do that too," Damon says with a small smile that curves across his lips as he takes a longer drink from the glass in front of him.
"No one's that fucking talented," Adam comments gruffly, shaking his head. The guy's not even that fucking attractive. His face looks like some kind of fucking alien sometimes. So what the fuck are they doing whatever he says for?
"Try me. Name anyone in this bar, and I'll take her home with me in less than five minutes."
Adam stares at him like is he fucking serious? "What's in this shit for me? The pleasure of watching you walk away for another fucking? Jesus," he says, looking back down into the drink in front of him.
"Fine," Damon says after a moment, leaning back and looking far too fucking pleased with himself. Adam wants to punch him in his smug fucking face right about now. "$100 bucks says I can pick up any woman in this bar."
"...okay." Adam turns to look out at the rest of the bar. He picks the one that seems to be sitting by herself with her hair up, glasses on. She's in a suit so she's obviously a professional of some fucking kind, and he sees the glint of the ring on her finger, not that that has stopped him before, Adam knows. "Right there."
Damon smirks at him, finishing his drink and getting to his feet seamlessly. He walks over to her, leans in as he looks in her face says something to her. In less than a fucking minute, she's getting to her fucking feet and how the flying fuck does that jackass get away with it?
SHE DIDN'T FUCKING EVEN HESITATE.
WHAT THE FUCKING HELL.
On his way out, Damon stops by Adam, extending his hand with an expectant smile.
"How the fuck-" But he digs into his pocket fetching out the one hundred dollar bill and handing it to him before he turns on his stool and stares sullenly at the counter in front of him.
Damon walks away without another word.
And Adam finishes his drink, fucking pissed.
Ironically, he was going to use that money to pay for a fucking prostitute tonight.
Fuck that shit.