young hunks taking shots stripping down to dirty socks music up getting hot kiss me

[unparental]

CHARACTERS: Who's that giiiiiiiiiiirl... it's anybody!
LOCATION: Space Babylon; it's still open for regular business so even if you're not there for the vampire party planner, it's all good.
WARNINGS: DRINKING? Language, most likely. Potential drug use. ( will update as needed )
SUMMARY: YAY KLAUS IS GONE let's party like we could have died at any moment for months upon months.
NOTES: I have no excuse for this cop out of a log.





❝ PARTY ON, WAYNE ❞

❝ PARTY ON, GARTH ❞

Comments

the bar, ota

[dilemma]

[ klaus' departure is just about the only positive thing that has happened to damon since he arrive on this godforsaken space boat. he's convinced this is where dreams go to die at this point, but that's not going to stop him from using it as an excuse to drink. so he finds the least populated portion of the bar when he arrives and takes a seat, splitting his attention half between the area behind the bar and the activity going on in the rest of the room. with a bottle and a glass in front of him the whole time he will be excellent company to anyone who happens to want to make small talk or join him in a glass of bourbon (or some shots, he's not picky). ]

[onsilksheets]

[Bela didn't know Jenna but she couldn't resist the chance to have a drink or two (maybe three) She was more than aware of Klaus and when Bela realised that he was gone, she felt ecstatic. Probably the best she had felt in a long time. Drinking alone to celebrate seemed like a bad idea so she came along to the bar to celebrate, heading straight for the alcohol as soon as she entered.

She ordered a few shots and leaned against the bar, downing them one by one. Shots weren't her preferred drink of choice but Bela was just going to go with it. After the last one was downed she turned to survey the crowd, catching sight of an oh so familiar face at the bar.]

In a celebratory mood? [Asked with a slight smirk and maybe a trace of sarcasm.]

[dilemma]

[ damon's a few glasses deep when bela wanders to the bar. he noticed her approach, so when she finally acknowledges him he's fully turned for her, a glass tipped in her direction. oh and the winning salvatore smirk, of course. ]

I've got a couple of reasons to. [ he gives the shot glasses in front of her a quirk of the eyebrow. ] Seems to be catching.

[onsilksheets]

[it's been a while since they've spoken and while bela wasn't checking in with him, damon was someone she knew and could have a decent conversation with. the occasional snark was also enjoyable.]

Oh? [ahe sounds curious. when he acknowledges her own drinks, bela smiles.] I figured what the hell? I'm young, the alcohol is free. I should live a little.

[with that said she picks up the closest shot and downs it quickly.]

[dilemma]

Always live a little.

[ he follows suit and downs a large drink of his bourbon. he's already grabbing the bottle to pour himself another round, shaking the bottle her way with his most tempting look as an offer for one more shot. if she's interested, that is. ]

Not the best, helps with the 90's dance club-vibe though.

[ of which he is not a fan. ]

[onsilksheets]

I will try to.

[while he pours himself some more, Bela is already preparing to take another shot when she sees Damon shaking the bottle at her. she smiles at that look and passes her empty glass over to him.]

This music is awful. No amount of alcohol could make it better.

[bela isn't going to hold back on how she feels about it.]

[dilemma]

Not a good excuse to give up trying.

[ don't mind the smirk on his face as he fills her empty shot glass up without spilling a drop. the bottle clearly wont be lasting as long as he thought. ]

Normal music in a subdued setting where you can drink in peace is just too much to ask for.

[onsilksheets]

Dispensing advice now, are we?

[she teases, reaching for her shot glass after he poured her some out and downing it quickly. for a moment bela wonders if vampires can get drunk.]

It's ridiculous. I can barely even hear myself think over this noise. [Bela slides her glass over.] Honestly, this isn't my usual scene. I prefer champagne bars.

[angerissues]

[ You wanted to hang out with that werewolf you once tortured and killed, right, Damon? If not, too bad because he's standing a bar stool away from you, waiting for a drink. He's fully aware Damon's there next to him, but he doesn't say anything or acknowledge him, mostly because he's fairly certain he'd end up punching Damon if he did. (Just because they've gone thing long without interacting too much doesn't mean Mason's any less pissed about what happened.) ]

[dilemma]

[ of course, didn't you know damon's favorite thing ever is werewolves? he's so happy their population has essentially doubled recently.

all the more reason for him not to resist and opportunity to say something to his werewolf bff. to be fair, had mason not been in cahoots with little miss liar he probably would've had no issue...oh and the public vervaining. ok maybe he'd still have a massive grudge. ]

No full moon tonight?

[ solid opener, really. ]

[angerissues]

Why? Are you worried about getting your ass handed to you?

[ Let's just ignore how things ended the last time threats were made. Especially since Mason's going to continue trying his hardest to ignore Damon's existence; the ship's big enough that he can avoid him. Usually. ]