“Very true, can’t disagree with you there. It’s very catchy, can’t deny that. You should come and dance with me more often, Damon.”
"You should ask me more often. Which you never have. I wonder why."
“Guessing you like this song too?”
"Of course I do. It’s a good song… not one to be taken seriously, but a good song."
~You and me baby ain’t nothing but mammals; so lets do it like they do on the Discovery Channel~
The fact that Chester was overwhelmed with the smell of alcohol and perfume in the bar picking out scents wasn’t something that even occurred to him; which was a bit dangerous seeing the recent events that just passed. After realizing there was no one even worth talking to he turned back to the bar, waiting for the waitress to get someone else their drinks before he signalled for another whiskey. He was watching the bartender when a voice from his right had his eyebrow raising only to turn and smirk at the man talking to him. “You’d think but yet..” He gestured to himself before shrugging a shoulder, “I’m still here. Of friend of mine spoke to him and they had a mutual agreement; he won’t bother me if I don’t bother with him.” He gave a somewhat smug smile before nodding his head in thanks to the waitress when she brought him another drink.
Damon rolled his eyes. Originals and their agreements — typical. “Let’s see how long that lasts.” As he turned away from the male he still didn’t know by name… or whose name he couldn’t remember, Damon downed yet another shot before turning back to him completely. “If I were you, I wouldn’t get too comfortable… he’ll go back on his deal sooner or later.”
Chester hadn’t been around the town much seeing that he’d only been living there a couple weeks but today he was actually bored and decided to get out for a while. The bad, Mystic Grill, had been an attraction; something the locals seemed to be at all the time so he decided to go and visit it himself, may as well get a drink or two while he was there. Once inside he was straight over to the bar and ordering himself a glass a whiskey, turning to lean against the bar as his eyes scanned over everyone there, he was ashamed to admit that he wanted company of some sort.
As Damon sat at the bar, a familiar scent tickled his nostrils, causing him to take in his surroundings as he looked over all of the other occupants of The Mystic Grill. He knew that scent, he smelled it before only days ago and yet, he couldn’t quite sense whomever it was coming from as he drank from his shot glass. Day drinking — his favorite pass time. As he continued to sit there, shrugging at the lack of help his senses provided for him, he waved over the young female bartender before compelling her for another drink. When she came over and sat it down in front of him, the scent was finally paired with a person. Damon turned to his left and saw a very familiar face. “Well, well.,” he smirked. “I figured you would’ve got out of dodge… having an Original on your scent and all,” he said with slight amusement.
Not true AT ALL. But thank you so much. <3
“Oh trust me, I’m not. That’s fair enough, don’t blame you.”
“You’re kidding? So it’s here, but do you have any idea as to where it could be or are we going to have to hunt it down?”
"Here’s the kicker. It’s at his house.”