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There's a party in Mystic Falls!

Isn't there always? In Bonnie's twenty one years of life it's always been this way. A party for this or a party for that. It's a wonder they find the energy for it, with all the trauma of living in the town. Maybe that's it, though. Maybe it's the trauma that drives these events, the desire to find something somewhere to celebrate instead of focusing on all the death, destruction and mayhem.

Bonnie can get on board with that sentiment. She has gotten on board with it, having had several drinks since arriving to the Lockwood estate with Damon. Yes, Damon. She got a few looks for it, and some questions, but like she's ever given a damn about what the people of this town think of her. She wants to dance and have fun tonight, and those are two things she knows the elder Salvatore can provide.

Besides, if he's here with her, there's little chance of him killing anyone who doesn't deserve it. He knows better.

At some point she excuses herself, drink in hand, and takes a seat outside. She just needs a little air.