Nyctophilla-TVD

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"We are not even founding families, why do we have to go to this stupid history thing that has nothing to do with us?" Amberly questioned, applying eyeliner delicately to her face.

"The entire town was invited." May complained from where she was laying on the bed wearing simple, formal black trousers and a white shirt with the top couple buttons undone to reveal several silver necklaces which matched her silver bracelet, rings and earrings. "Plus, my dad's doing the catering so that means if you can't be bothered going like a founding family, your feeding the founding families."

"Oh, to be rich and have people come to my every beck and call." Amberly muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Well, you do live with rich people." May pointed out.

"Not the same." Amberly argued, pointing at her with her spare hand. "I don't actually have my own money, given that all my family's money got given to other people."

"Fine." May gave up. "But another benefit. We can kill Damon Salvatore."

"Huh." Amberly glanced over at her best friend. "Oh yeah, that asshole whose very existence is a waste of oxygen."

"So poetic with your words Amberly, I'm being turned on." May sarcastically commented.

"Shut up." Amberly rolled her eyes yet again. "I have a few ideas. I'm thinking something dramatic, so that if we get caught future generations of murderers will recreate our artwork as a tribute to what little pathetic lives we had."

"Really." May looked at her best friend as Amberly stood, brushing off the trousers similar to hers before bunching her braided hair up into a ponytail. "We should really get going, my dad wants us there to help set up."

"Tell me again, how much are we getting paid to do this." Amberly questioned. "Because I need incentive to not kill myself before embarrassing myself in front of what will basically be the entire town."

"Well I'm not getting paid anything if that helps. My dad said that doing this is me paying back all the money I spent as a child." May told Amberly, standing from the bed. "But your get paid $15 an hour, which is ridiculous money considering what your going to do but that's rich people for you."

"Thank you, I immediately feel better." Amberly smiled, knowing that she just wanted to rub the fact she was getting paid while her best friend was essentially doing free labour. "Let's go then."

With that the two girls left the house to go and help set up.

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"What would you like to drink?" Amberly asked from behind the bar, standing far away from her best friend who was serving a group of old men.

"Bloody Mary." A young woman replied, looking not that much older than the woman herself.

"Okay." Amberly said, going off to grab the things she needed.

May, who had just gotten away from the group of men who had been hitting her, hurried over to Amberly. "I genuinely think I'm going to be sick. Those men are so disgusting."

Amberly looked over at the group of men who looked old enough to be her grandfather. "They're regulars at your dad's, come in after going golfing, or something like that. Every time, without fail they hit on me, try to get my number. They are the prime example of what is wrong with the world."

"Well, at least they won't be of this world much longer the way they're going." May muttered, looking at the men leaving, each pulling out a cigar with a glass of whiskey in their other hand.

Amberly nodded in agreement before turning back to the woman who she was serving, giving her her drink. "Here you go ma'am." The woman took it, scoffing as she did so and stalking off. "Your welcome bitch." Amberly muttered, turning back to face May.