The Most Powerful Scream is Silence

Chapter 7: Drunken Nights

Above is Katherine Mcnamara, who I picture as Luna (except Luna has teal coloured eyes).

That night at The Grill was busier than most. Apparently, there was some band coming to play or something, Luna didn't really know. Or care.

She was too busy to care.

Luna didn't think she had ever made this many drinks in her life. She hurriedly topped off whiskeys, created cocktails, and mixed martinis all the while her mind was still on Damon. Unfortunately, no matter how stupid it was, the raven-haired man was the focus of her thoughts. And whenever The Grill door opened, her eyes flicked up, searching for the ocean eyed bad boy hoping it was him coming through the door as promised.

Except it wasn't.

Just when she had given up, and the night was winding down and coming to a close The Grill door opened for the millionth time and in walked the center of all Luna's thoughts (even though she would never admit it out loud).

Luna looked down, focusing on the drink she was making to hide her smile, while Damon sauntered over doing anything but hiding the smirk that graced his lips. Casually plopping himself down in a barstool in front of Luna, he leaned forward and tugged on one of her stray curls.

"Hello, bartender?" rang Damon's voice, causing her to look up.

"Oh, Damon. I didn't notice you." Luna explained, her upper lip threatening to break into a grin.

"Oh, you didn't huh?" Damon said, a not so subtle layer of doubt mixed in with disbelief "then explain why your heart started beating faster as soon as I walked in."

Luna narrowed her eyes at him in surprise and confusion "How did you know that?" she questioned.

"Oh, you know..." Damon trailed off mysteriously.

Luna shook it off and chalked it up to her fast rising chest or the hard pumping in her carotid artery as she poured him a whiskey, sliding it over into his hand which caught the drink without missing a beat.

"I'm surprised you weren't by earlier tonight," Luna said, trying to play off her tone as casual as she began to wipe down the bar.

"Why? Did you miss me?" Damon smirked.

"What? No, I-" Luna started

"it's okay you can admit it. I'm irresistible." Damon cut in, a twinkle in his eye.

"I seem to recall me turning you down" Luna retorted.

Having brought this up Damon's eyes flashed something she didn't recognize and began to darken.

"Yeah...how did you do that?" Damon said curiously.

Luna rolled her eyes "Okay, you're hot but it's not like no one has ever said no to you before, right?" Luna inquired

"Only one girl," Damon said, his mind fogging over with memories of a certain curly haired woman, adorned with fancy jewelry, corset dresses, and fangs.

"Damon?" Luna questioned, as Damon spaced out before her like he was reliving another time.

If Luna looked close enough she might have seen the glimmer of his past and the ghosts within it reflected in his eyes. But just like that, it was gone and the arrogant Salvatore was back before her eyes, acting like he never left.

Downing his drink in a gulp, Damon slid the tumbler back towards Luna.

"Another," Damon grumbled

"Hard day?" inquired Luna, unscrewing the cap on the whiskey, and refilling his glass.

"Hard century," Damon admitted.