Bonnie
Stefan and Caroline had gone out ' to eat', that's code for: we won't be home till morning. Something that Damon knew all too well,
" There's a chimney! And a heater which might be a decade old inside this house. So you'll go to sleep and talk to the psycho hologram in your head I'll make sure you don't freeze to death and them bam! All is good! "
He was drunk at the time, but he always had good ideas while under the influence.
" You know... That's not all bad actually, I might even take it into consideration... if it wasn't for the fact that you're down four bottles. "
She sat back on her bed, the bedroom had become their little chatting place. No, it was not weird to either to them although it was for Stefan and not so much Caroline.
" So let's move the mattress! " He raised his glass of bourbon, the thing made him happy then dumb then sad and then happy again. It was a non-stopabble sicle of madness but she had grown used to it.
She shook her head,
" You do know there's a couch downstairs right? "
"But you'll be more comfortable here! And I am super strong! Have you seen these guns?! " His plaid shirt reeked of alcohol and was stained with blood. And somehow she didn't bother to say anything either,
" I should probably go downstairs until you sober up, " She stood up and headed for the door before she turned around and said,
" Maybe I should take this too. " She grinned at him while she took the drink out of his hands and the bottle from the counter.
" So mean! " He shouted as she walked past the door, taking a look at how her hips gracefully swayed from side to side.
She waltzed around one of the many living rooms, looking for picture or something familiar. Her green eyes wandered across the room, she missed Jeremy. She hadn't seen him in all the time she'd arrived, to tell the truth she didn't really miss him she missed not being alone. Having someone to touch and to care for, thinking about it just made everything gloomy. She avoided the subject as best she could and she was either really good at it or they just really didn't care, except maybe Damon.
" Why so quiet? " He flashed down the stairs, still sort of kind of drunk.
" Why so drunk? " She turned to him and smiled,
" Icy! " He pretended to flinch, as he moved closet towards her and his face illuminated.
She closed in on him but them walked away,
" I wonder who this place belonged to. "
" Oh you know! Tyler! " The alcohol didn't seem to be wearing off, for he was jumping around acting all exited.
" Tyler? " She laughed,
" Sure! I mean really rich, sappy werewolf with loads of booze!"
" Werewolf? " She examined the house once again,
" The walls! " He motioned with his hands, his head throbbing as he felt the alcohol leave his body.
" Well that's an awful amount of detail. Do you think Stefan knows? "
He shook his head, the alcohol was coming off now. " You're in some pretty deep shit anyways so we'll let the crazy ass supernatural investigation slide for now. "
" Fair enough, but I don't want to go to sleep right now. " She say in the couch, and looked up at the ceiling,
" I could make some food? "
Bonnie laughed so hard she almost fell off the couch,
" Food?! Daré I remind you how much you suck at cooking?! "
" Hey! " He tried to pass off as wounded, as he sat next to her.
