Vienna ~*~ [ DAMON SALVATORE ]

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     Damon sat in the bar with a drink in front of him, checking his watch for the seventh time since he got there. It wasn't even seven o'clock yet, but he was already getting anxious. He was hungry, and he needed to drink soon or he would start getting weaker. His feelings were beginning to get mixed in with his hunger, and he couldn't tell if he genuinely liked Angel, or just wanted to eat her. 

     "You realize I have to cut you off if you're driving home?" the bartender asked, Damon looking over at him. 

     "I'm walking," he informed him. "And I'm waiting for someone." 

     "Is that someone talking with Kline right now?" the bartender asked, polishing a glass. Damon furrowed his eyebrows, then turned and saw Angel at the door talking with Thomas Kline. 

     "Come on," he mumbled. 

     "Sorry, man," the bartender said, walking to another customer. Damon turned back to his drink, downing it and turning is over to indicate he was done. He couldn't get drunk, so hearing the bartender tell him that he was going to get cut off was hilarious. Right as he was about to get up to leave, someone sat on the stool next to him. He turned to see Angel had sat down,  and she smiled at him. 

     "Did you think I was going to stand you up?" she asked, Damon shrugging slightly as he didn't know. Angel turned to order her drink, Damon looking to see that Tom was looking at them. He waved to the boy, then turned back to Angel. "So, Damon Salvatore, what possessed you to ask me to drinks after knowing me for a day?" 

     "I... I think you're beautiful," he answered, smiling at her. She chuckled lightly at him, making Damon sit up straight in confusion. "What?" 

     "Flattery won't work on me. I already know I'm pretty, perks of being Italian," she told him with a shrug. Damon's mouth hung open a bit, Angel smiling at him. She lifted her hand up and closed his mouth slowly, Damon getting a bit flustered with her action. "You're not used to a woman taking charge, are you?" He shook his head, Angel smiling again. "I feel like I can teach you a lot, Damon." 

     "Hm, like what?" he asked. Angel nodded promptly at him, taking a sip of her drip. 

     "Like, I don't have to go home and sleep with you just because you bought me a drink," Angel told him, lowering her voice as if it was a secret. "I'd rather you just own up to what you really want from me." Damon nodded slightly, a smile growing across his face. 

     "I like you," he said, setting his drink down slowly. 

     "I've learned quickly hear that if you want something done, don't let a man do it," Angel told him, leaning against the counter. "So, that's why, for the rest of the night, I will be doing the talking and deciding what happens next. Unless you're too masculine for it." Angel stood and began to pull out money, Damon smiling as he stood from his own stool. 

     "Where to first, Miss Fontana?"

~*~

     "Well, here's the first place I discovered walking around town today. I thought it was a quaint little spot," Angel said, stopping in front of the garden. 

     "Ah, yes, the gazebo garden," Damon nodded, walking under the gazebo. He turned to look at Angel, spreading his arms. "Built during the civil war. Not sure why, but it's very historical. Town likes to commemorate it by planting a garden of roses around it." 

     "Hm, interesting," she said, sauntering under it with Damon. She looked around, leaning over the side to look at the flowers. "The flowers are pretty."