Clubin' And Enemies
DAMON'S POV
Everyone followed after Willow. I grabbed my leather jacket and couldn't help but smirk at my sister's new attitude. She used to be so girly and a daddy's little girl but now... she is more out going and dangerous. And I love it. She instantly walked to my car and got in the passenger's side. I smirked as I got in with her. "Where to?"I ask.
She smiled at me. "There is this really good bar outside of town, I'll tell you where to go," she says and turns to the front.
I pull out of the drive way with everyone following me. She gave me the directions and soon we were in a packed parking lot.
We all got out and with Willow's mind control, we all got in. Me and Willow went to the bar as the others went to find a booth. "18 vodka shots," she says.
I look at her shocked. The bar tender looked at her suspicious and smirked. "I'm sorry little lady but I'm going to have to see some-" She smiled sweetly at him cutting him off.
"No you don't, it's our little secret," she says whispering, using her mind control.
He smirks and nods, winking at her. We get the shots and carry the shots to our booth. "Two for each," Willow announces.
Everyone gets two shots and looks at Will for her count.
"Ready? GO!" she yells and everyone takes the shot.
Elena is the first one to finish it then Will, them me. The rest all fell behind. Elena smiled at me then took another shot. "Bottoms up!" she says and downs it again.
Willow leans in my ear and whispers, "Light weight?"
I chuckle and nod. Everyone took their shots and were having a good time. About 2 hours later everyone was wasted. Well, except for me and Will who were going to drive the cars. Will took my hands and pulled me to the dance floor. I danced with my next meal that I didn't notice where Will went.
WILLOW'S POV
I saw, most likely Damon's next meal, grinding on him as his hands were on her hips. I chuckled and went to the bar to get a water. I got it but didn't pay attention where I was going and bumped into someone, making the water spill all over my shirt. "Oh I am so sorry," says the man I ran into.
He was kind of tall and really cute. He had short-ish, shaggy brown hair and the most adorable brown eyes.
"No, it's my fault. I should have been watching where I was going," I say laughing a bit.
He laughs too. Man, that laugh is so cute. "No, it's my fault. At least let me buy you a drink to make it up to you," he offers.
I look up in those eyes and couldn't say no. I smile and nod. "One drink can't hurt," I say and sit by him at the bar.
"Two beers," he says and smiles at me. "So are you here alone?" he asks.
I shake my head. "No, I'm here with some friends. You?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "With my brother," he says. I nod. The bar tenders bring our beers and we clink them.
We talked and laughed for what seemed like hours, it was really nice. "So, what do you do for a living?" I ask.
He seemed to stiffen but composed himself. "I, uh, hunt," he says. I nod.
"Oh that's cool," I say leaning on my left hand. He nods.
"Ya, it's sort of a family business," he says looking down.
"Do you like it?" I ask. He sighs.
