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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.

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[judgy]

Bonnie leans on her drink-free hand, crossing her legs as she angles her knees in Damon's direction. She tilts her head to the side, her hand producing enough movement for the alcohol to swirl around in her glass.

"Good to dance to, but a little too classic for me, don't you think?"

[inappropriate]

Damon shrugs lazily, splaying out his legs in front of him and resting his glass on his knee, the other knee bumps against hers. The bottle dangles from between his fingers, tapping against the bench every so often as it swings back and forth. "Isn't witchcraft about the classics? Nature and ancestry and hippie crap like that?"

It's not an insult, not an intentional one, it's just Damon's idea of how witchcraft works.

There is a reason all the Bennett witches hate him, aside from Bonnie.

[judgy]

Bonnie's not insulted. Maybe she would have been years ago, but this is Damon. Damon has a very unique way of looking at the world. What would be an insult from anyone else is merely commentary to him. He's just contributing to the conversation in his own little way.

It's the wrong way, but he doesn't mean anything by it.

She shifts her position, resting her forearm on her leg and leaning forward slightly. "Have you known many hippies who set you on fire?"

[inappropriate]

Damon raises an eyebrow instead of answering. He's been around for a while and in his long tenure of life, he's pissed a lot of people off, even hippies.

[judgy]

She chuckles. "Of course you have. I don't know why I asked." Leave it to Damon to piss off hippies.

She lifts her glass to her lips, shifting a little as she does so. That shift causes her leg to brush against his. It's not intentional, but it's not the worst thing to ever happen. The contact actually feels kind of nice.

Not that she's thinking much of it. Those sparks don't mean much in the grand drunken scheme of things.

[inappropriate]

Damon has a special skill that enables him to piss off anyone he comes into contact with. Some he hasn't.

It's his superpower.

"Let me ask you something BonBon. Why did you stick around Mystic Falls? You hate everything here, why didn't you just leave?"

[judgy]

It's a reasonable question to ask, but not to worry, 'BonBon' has an answer.

"Please. If I left, this town would fall apart." She is last witch standing, after all. "Hate it or not, it's home. As long as someone's still breathing, I'll be here."

That might just include him, but she'll leave that part out.

[inappropriate]

That nickname's got a nice ring to it, Damon might keep it around.

"How would that be bad?" Really, if they town imploded, providing the people he like were out of it, then who would give a shit? One less hotbed of moral turpentine.

[judgy]

As long as he doesn't plan on snacking on her, the nickname is just fine with her.

She raises her eyebrows at him. "People I care about still live here." Himself included. Speaking of which. "What about you, Damon? Why are you still here?"

[inappropriate]

"cause you people are entertaining as fuck." He says it like she should already know that answer. Really, the people in this town were ridiculous, it was like a bad movie. With snacks.

[judgy]

He said fuck. That sends her mind all kinds of inappropriate places, inappropriate considering that he's Damon. And considering she's pretty sure he just insulted her and everyone she knows.

"I'm just going to pretend you mean we throw a lot of parties." While she pretends her mind wasn't just in the gutter. (It's a good thing she already has a drink in hand.) "As fun as it is to argue with you, I'm not in the mood."

[inappropriate]

"You're always in the mood." Oh he can make an innuendo out of thin air.

[judgy]

It's not exactly thin air this time.

Her lips turn up, though not (completely) in amusement. It's a look he should recognize, because it has you're not as cute as you think you are written all over it. There's a soft hum to go with it, but it's warmer than it would have been a few years ago. "But I didn't bring you here for that. I brought you here to dance."