The Inconvenience of Feelings

Chapter 11

Damon sat on his barstool and watched with rapturous enthusiasm as Bonnie downed her fourth shot of bourbon. When she was done, just like she had with the previous three shots, she slammed the glass down on the bar and then threw her arms in the air like she had just won a gold medal at the Olympics. Damon cocked an eyebrow and grinned. There was something about the fact that she was being slightly corrupted and he was the one she chose to let herself be corrupted with, that made his chest swell with a sense of pride.

She was actually having a good time, with Damon no less and he didn't want the night to end any time soon. He didn't want her to have to go back to the reality where her first real boyfriend cheated on her, with a ghost, of all things. The reality where said boyfriend was also her best friends little brother. Someone she would still have to see and interact with on a regular basis. The whole situation pissed him off on a molecular level. He was still pondering whether or not he should just snap Jeremy's neck and bury him somewhere no one would ever find him. He would hardly be missed.

Well that wasn't exactly true, but Damon would be glad to be rid of the annoying little prick. He wasn't sure if he could restrain himself from doing something regretful the next time he seen him. A solid punch to the gut would teach him a lesson about playing with the hearts of innocent girls. Especially the girl that Damon was in love with, but that was an issue for tomorrow. Tonight was about Bonnie and helping her forget about her problems. At least for a little while longer.

Focusing his full attention back on the beautiful brunette, he watched a she swayed to the music. Her movement's a little more relaxed than they would normally be. He wasn't surprised. She was four shots deep and feeling every bit of it.

The first shot had loosened her up quite a bit, but the second and third shots had her smiling and giggling at everyone and everything. As much has he was enjoying watching her face scrunch up every time she took a shot, Damon knew that the fourth shot would have to be her last. He didn't want her to have a horrible hangover in the morning.

Any normal person would wake up completely regretting the previous nights events after two shots of the top shelf bourbon they have been drinking, but Bonnie wasn't just anyone. She was a witch; a supernatural being. Which made her tolerance for mind altering substances quite higher than the average person.

He was pretty sure she didn't know that about herself yet and Damon wasn't going to be the one to tell her. At least not tonight anyway because then he would never get her to stop drinking.

Bonnie turned to Damon and placed her hand on his knee like she didn't have a care in the world. "You know Damon," she said slurring her words and wobbling slightly. "You have really pretty eyes. Has anyone ever told you that?"

Damon chuckled while trying not to think about her hand on his knee. "I may have been told that once or twice, but never by anyone as beautiful as you."

Bonnie pointed a wobbly finger at him and said, "There you go again. Calling me beautiful. You know, you've been awfully flirty with me lately." She narrowed her eyes dramatically as she continued, "what's up with that?"

Damon gave her a lazy shrug. "You're a beautiful woman. I'd have to be blind to not see that."

Bonnie shook her head unconvinced. "No that's not just it. You've been way nicer to me. Almost too nice. I know you care about me. I just don't know why? Why did you start caring all of a sudden?" Each word was annunciated or elongated to match her drunken state.

Bonnie's hand on his knee, combined with her rapid fire questioning was starting to make Damon's head spin. He wasn't anywhere near as drunk as she was, but he still felt pretty good. Just not good enough to answer all her seemingly innocent, but very serious questions.