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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.

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[itsahotone]

Santana strolled in, eager for alcohol. After half of the people from home vanished, she really needed to just get trashed and forget about where she was stuck.

She had no idea what the guy she talked to looked like, but she took the risk and wore her Cheerios uniform anyway. Even if he was a total fug, maybe the skirt would attract the attention of someone worthy.

Looking around, she sighed heavily. Maybe not.

[itsahotone]

"Nothing specific. I mean, I totally could be awesome in show business if I wanted. I'm hot and I can sing; that's more than enough." Santana smiled, but she meant it. It wasn't like there were ugly people all over Hollywood. "But whatever, anywhere with a big city's good."

She took a step closer, looking between her drink and Damon. "So, are you trying to hurry and get me drunk? It's not like I really mind, but I just thought I'd let you know it's not exactly necessary. Just a heads-up."

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Feisty. Damon toyed around with the idea of asking Santana to give Bonnie some sexy lessons, but he decided that Bonnie probably couldn't handle it. And whatever Bonnie couldn't handle would very quickly become his problem. As if he didn't have enough of those already.

Flashing one of his killer smiles, Damon shrugged unabashedly. "It ain't Mardi Gras unless you're skunked," he said. "I appreciate the heads up, however."

He decided it was time to try something bold. Damon set down the alcohol and his own glass. He reached out, grabbing hold of Santana's wrist. Before she could object, he pulled up, twirling her in a circle--one of his more sexy approaches--and suddenly pulling her up against his side. "You can sing," he said in a low growl, "but can you dance?"

[itsahotone]

"Good poi--" She couldn't finish before he had made his move. And it was a pretty good move, too. She wasted no time in getting nice and comfortable against him.

"Of course I can. What do you think I am?" she said almost playfully. She wasn't about to bring up the freakin' glee club and their mostly ridiculous routines, but there was a reason the Cheerios always did so well in competition.

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It was a gamble, but Damon had never exactly been known for playing it safe. In hindsight, probably not his best quality, but he didn't really care right now. "I think you're a lot of talk," he said, waggling his eyebrows provocatively. "Let's see you back it up."

He leaned his face in, right close to hers. Immediately, he felt the pang of regret, knowing that it was a big mistake. A big, big, big mistake. His senses were on fire from hunger and this close to her, he was practically deafened by the sound of her pulse, overwhelmed by her warm, delightful smell. Food had never been this good when he was a mortal.

Hoping to recover some measure of his control, Damon pulled back slightly, looking at Santana with his dark eyes, trying to come off as expectant, rather than famished. Then again, some girls found it sexy when a man looked hungry, didn't they?

[itsahotone]

Well, that was kind of strange. There she was, all ready to go right into making out when he leaned close, but then he was moving back. What was the point of that?

"Ooookay, if you really have your heart set on dancing, guess we could do that."

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If there was one thing Damon loved (more than blonds, that is), it was being in control of the situation, any situation. Right now, his hunger was causing that control to slip between his fingers. He had to find a way to get it back and Damon's natural instincts were quickly taking hold. A bit recklessly, he dipped Santana, holding on tight, but staring at her oh-so-tempting neck as he did so.

"You, my dear, are not quite the predator I had you pegged for," he said, leaning over so that his lips were hovering just above her ear. Oh, he could smell every inch of her and it was driving him wild.

He straightened her up, giving her another twirl under his arm. "You are, however, quite sexy. But I imagine you already knew that." How many times had she told him she was hot? Clearly, the girl had self esteem issues which, quite frankly, worked in Damon's favor.

[itsahotone]

"I have my moments," Santana replied, clearly enjoying the attention and twirling. It was seriously about time she found someone on this caravan that was worth her time.

"About the predator thing, even though I wouldn't use that word," she added, sliding a hand up his chest. "I prefer to think of it as...knowing what I want."

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He gazed into her eyes with almost something akin to fondness. "Oh, I have no doubt you know what you want," he lied. The girl was utterly clueless, but he wasn't about to sit her down for a life talk. "All I'm saying is that you're no predator. You don't like the hunt, you just go in for the kill."

Vaguely, Damon wondered what kind of vampire, Santana might make. Not that he was eager to have a second neonate vampire hanging onto him, but it was always a curious thought. In Damon's experience, once Embraced, a new vampire either became an extreme version of the human he or she had been or else, that vampire became the absolute opposite. It was interesting to imagine Santana going that second direction. What must she have been like as a child?

[itsahotone]

Santana looked thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged.

"Mostly, I guess. It's totally part of my charm." How much longer were they going to talk, anyway? She curled her fingers into his shirt and tugged, just a little.

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Damon leaned in, giving way to Santana's pull. Charming was not a word he'd use to describe her, but he smiled anyway, albeit a bit indulgently. No one, not even Bonnie, could appreciate how hard he was working right now. Well, that was just a part of his charm.

"It's lucky for me," he said, before leaning over to brush his lips against her jaw, "that you're fearless after all."

This was all going to be about timing from here on out. Timing and angles. He was fortunate. The room wasn't overflowing with people and most of them were caught up in their own business. No one would notice if two strangers started macking in a corner. And no one would give it a second thought if it looked like he was going all kraken on her neck. The only real trick would be keeping it neat and healing up the wound before Santana noticed anything was amiss.

I know nothing of the biting in that canon, so.. apparently it doesn't hurt? XD

[itsahotone]

"Uh-huh," she breathed in agreement. Completely lucky for him. But as nice as that was, she kind of wanted a little more, so she moved easily so they were finally actually kissing.

Seriously, enough with the rambling on and more with the tongue, already.

Going with book canon, it doesn't hurt as long as the person doesn't fight

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Damon obliged her by kissing back. She was actually a pretty good kisser. On a scale of one to Elena, he'd probably give her a seven or eight. As long as he didn't think too much about where else those lips had probably been. And the tongue.

He raked his fingers over her hair, breaking the kiss very slowly to trail a series of little kisses across her jaw. His lips were feather-light and very skilled. Another one of the many talents Damon prided himself on. As he worked his magic mojo, he lifted his eyes, glancing out at the room. It seemed no one was paying them the slightest attention. Good.

Coiling his arms around her waist, Damon slowly turned her so that his back was to the rest of the room. Slowly, trying not to seem too eager, he worked his way down to her throat, planting a nice, gentle kiss against her skin. He could feel his face changing.

gotcha; good to know, thanks!

[itsahotone]

He was almost too slow for her. Not that she really had a problem with a good long makeout session, especially when they were in public. Anything else and she'd have to be way more drunk.

She tilted her head, encouraging him to keep going. God, it felt like months since she'd had any action.

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Enough metaphorical foreplay. Damon was starving. Delicately, like a surgeon performing his best work, Damon sank his sharp teeth into Santana's neck. He could not remember the last time he had been so bold, pulling this kind of stunt in public, but what had to be done, had to be done. And the party was a good cover for it all.

He started drinking, feeling wave of relief rush over him. It was difficult to describe what being hungry felt like for a vampire. The best Damon could come up with was that it was sort of like being smothered. The rush of blood was like that pillow was lifted away from his face, allowing him to breathe again. It sort of made sense on a physiological level. Blood did carry oxygen and all. Except, of course, vampires didn't really need to breathe.

[itsahotone]

Whatever he was doing felt pretty awesome, and Santana couldn't help but give a pleased sound. She really did enjoy all of the attention and focus being put on her.