put your finger back to the kiss*[ALLEGRA]

[damon]

THESE WORDS TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT

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Damon really didn’t get drunk as often as most think he did. He drank quite a bit, sure, but there was rare times that he actually got truly barely able to walk wasted. For one, he did drink almost every night. After a while, a body got more immune to the drunkness the alcohol brings. It was quite depressing. He was also considered a ‘heavy weight’ which was a short way of meaning that it was hard for him to get drunk in the beginning with no experience. Finally, a grand mix of his body weight and height made it even harder for him to get drinking. All together, he was cursed with the body of never getting wasted. Most of the time, it was a benefit, but this was a different night. It was the anniversary of two events with the same woman. The one woman whom Damon actually ended up liking, maybe even loving. Today was the day they first got together and the day they ended it.

As much as he tried, he couldn’t forget this day. It was a little too much for him. What he did in order to celebrate it while at the same time, loathe and hate it, was to drink until there wasn’t any more money in his pocket. He might not have been rich, but he sure wasn’t poor either. The Ellis had a pretty nice group of money. Only reason he didn’t have more of it was because he actually had to get the money from the parents. That was always the bummer. Though at that moment, he tapped his pockets and wished he would have asked for more. In his drunken mind, he looked heavily at the bartender, sloppily asking for a check. The bartender had to be use to this, so he gave it to him without so much of a look of judgment. For that, Damon wanted to tip him. If only he had the dollars. His hand waved in the air to farewell goodnight to all the other complete strangers in the bar. No one really waved back or even paid attention to him. Fine. Assholes. They could just be cursed because they didn’t wave at the greatest man of all time. Their choice.

As he walked over to his car with keys in hand, he stabbed the side of the door with annoyance. Stupid key wouldn’t go into the stupid hole. It took only a moment to figure out that he was too drunk to drive. Once he place it in the keyhole, he stood and stared at it as if it was some foreign object. There was no way he was going to go driving drunk. That was something that stupid people did. Damon did a lot of things, but when it came to things that he would shun people for, he left it alone. He was a hypocrite on quite a bit. However, he was going to play safe on the driving. He fumbled the key back into his coat pocket, letting his coat hang on him like a tent. His long arm stretched forward and waved a couple of times to a few cars that glided past. The colors were blurred and delayed in reaction time. It didn’t take long for him to become frustrated. He took a couple of steps in the road in front of a taxi, placing his hands forward as the taxi halted to a stop.

With a drunken step, he went over to the passenger’s side of the taxi car, explaining he would like to be driven home. It didn’t occur to him that he still didn’t have any cash in his pocket. The driver pointed to the back seat, frowning and scowling at the new passenger. When Damon got in, he drew a blank on his address. Quickly, he searched for an answer and gave him the address that popped into his head. That was almost embarrassing. The guy probably saw it all the time, but Damon didn’t want to be like other drunks. He wanted to be incredibly smart. Like the guy that made the one formula with the squares and Ms. The name that started a lot like intestine. Maybe that’s what they named the organs after. The guy who invented the Ms and squares. Or was it the squares and Ms? It was all so very confusing with his mind just trying to focus on all the houses outside of the cab right. They all looked unfamiliar and blurred in his vision. Damon placed this as normal and continued to ride casually without a word in the backseat.

Finally, the cab reached a full stop. It was like the end of a train ride, slamming right down to a full halt. Damon took one lurch forward then fuzzily scrambled for the door handle. Hopelessly, he threw his arms in the air so hard his hands hit the top of the car roof, ”It’s impossible to get out! You trapped me in here!” He shouted angrily. The cab driver sighed and told him to check some silver thingy on the side. Damon found it and told him he got lucky that time, then got out of the cab. The driver then started honking his horn and yelling at him. Damon turned his head and said, ”You almost locked me in until I started giving you threats. I’d say that gives me a free ride.” He turned and walked to the house he had been dropped off at and realized with horror it wasn’t his house. As he turned to the cab driver, he sped away yelling curse words and threatening something. Damon was too drunk to hear it properly. All that he was focused on was the door in front of him.

This wasn’t good. This wasn’t his house. He must have gave Julio the wrong address. Ignoring the small humor he got for using a racist term against the driver, he started to look around. Obviously he knew the place. He wasn’t the guy to just shout out letters and numbers to actually find a house like that. This was someone he knew. It wasn’t Vi’s house, which would have been a close second with his home. Nope. It looked so familiar, but again, he couldn’t place a finger on it. He started walking up the stairs, ungracefully almost making a face plant, and knocked on the door. ”Hello?” He called into the door. ”I’m a lost boy who would like to get home.” If this was anyone he knew, they would help him.

WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS

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[allegra]

people change and promises are broken
clouds can move and skies will be wide open

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It was about 10 o'clock when Allegra finally got home. She parked her Mercedes in front of her house, leaving the door open as well as the keys in the ignition. Several servants came out to take care of her luggage and car. Her right hand made Cordelia supported her as she walked through the door way. Allegra was exhausted, she spent a whole week in New York doing Photo shoots and Fashion shows. She was a model, not full time but she did things every month or so. When Allegra would model, all the people wanted her, she was gorgeous and ever so graceful. That whole week she got hardly any sleep, even a vampire got exhausted when worked to hard.

When Allegra reached the stairs her younger servant Pedro was waiting to carry her up. He was young and strong so it took him no effort to carry her. When he got to he room he gently laid her on the bed and left. Cordelia started taking of her heels and then her clothes. Allegra was so out of it, she'd never been this tire in her life. That's what she get for going to three different shows. One every other day, she thought she could handle it and it looked like she did. But when she was done she just shut down. Then she drove herself from the air port to her house because she insisted that she could handle it.

Once she was unclothed Cordelia led her to her bathroom where the tub was already filled with warm water. Allegra got in carefully and she automatically relaxed. Cordelia began giving her a foot massage and was humming a tune. She then told her it was an old song her grand mother use to sing to her when she was upset. It used to calm her down, but she had forgotten the words, so she just hummed it. It certainly relaxed Allegra and she smiled and let her thoughts wonder off. She seem to drift in and out of consciousness because she was soon being wrapped up in a towel and led to her bed.

She felt silk being placed on her and she smiled, it felt nice in her. Cordelia fluffed her pillows and then Allegra settled in. "Drink this,it'll help." Cordelia said handing her a mug of hot blood. Allegra nodded and did what she was told. She felt much better, though she was tired and felt herself drift to sleep. Her dreams were vague, she was in a fashion show, but people were arguing. Eventually it woke her up, she noticed her sensitive hearing picked up something that was going on down stairs. She glances at the clock, it was 12:30, only been home two hours and something was going amiss. She grabbed her red silk robe and put it on, wrapping it tightly around herself. She shoved her red fuzzy slippers on and began to walk down stairs. 

When she finally got down stairs she saw that there was a drunk guy standing at the door way trying to get by. Confusion struck her then she realized who it was . She ran down the stairs gracefully and breezed by her servants shooing them away."He's a friend calm down."Allegra soothed them "Come in Damon, what the hell are you doing here though?" She had past hook ups with Damon before, he was very nice in bed. But now that She had her Kingsley, Other guys were off limits. She had her arm held out for him in case he need support.

    

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OUTFIT ! Red silk robe xD
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[damon]

THESE WORDS TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT

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While he was waiting, he saw with a dizzyness that this was a much larger house than he had. How could he possibly mistaken this one in the first place? Perhaps this is the place he wanted to live. It looked like it was those types of mansions that was filled with fancy good looking servants. Damon's family had some cash attached to them, but it wasn't this much cash. Maybe the person that was ahead of the family, but his little group happened to be at the bottom of their foodchain. They were by no means poor though. If Damon didn't spend so much money on alcohol and cigarettes, who knows how much money he would have in his pocket. However, if he didn't spend it on that sort of thing, where was the point in life? That's what he wanted to tell to all those people who 'cared about his health' Health was nothing if you were sitting stressing to make sure your blood didn't run a little over normal.

He heard that the door opened, and suddenly, it dawned on him who this house belonged to. It was Allergas. He had no idea she had that kind of money on her. She had never mentioned living with her parents, and that'd be some pretty damn greatful parents if they left her a house this size. He had seen a couple of modeling pictures but did they really pay like this? Well Damon needed a job, might as well show off his beautiful handsome face to the rest of the world. People would pay big money to look like him and he knew it. His ego was the size of the city and probably the state it was living in, so of course he was going to think of himself as a beauitful model. Maybe he could move in next door. His head suddenly turned to see if he could see the house next to it, but all he could see was landscape of the mansion.

As soon as she opened the door, instinct came in on him and he said without thinking or looking, "Well hiya Allerga! Come on in!" He waved his hand toward the outdoor, looking to see where he was pointing and saw that it was black wilderness. It was lightly lit with the small lightings of the street, but that was the extent of it. It was amazing he even managed to stumble into this place. It was so fancy. His eyes trailed back to her to see that she was almost naked. Of course that's how Damon first looked at her. She had some fuzzy slippers on with a long silky robe to indicate that he was interupting something. "Oh wait, nevermind. Was I interupting your evening with... whats his bucket?" He asked, not being able to remember her 'relationship' man. Thats the first thing that came to mind when she was standing there in a robe.

Relationship. Even the word made him a little dizzy. He hadn't even close to be considered a relationship since high school. In high school, it lasted for three years and burned to the ground. Oh yeah, thats what he was celebrating. It was weird thinking of Allerga actually dating and committed to someone. Hopefully she wasn't too committed to at least help a friend out. Damon and her had a couple of hookups, but after they got together, it was just her making sure that he didn't come home with an ugly girl. Now it looked like she was still contiuning to help him when she didn't go out drinking with him. He didn't go out drinking with anyone that night. Normally he would bring or find someone to talk to, but it was one of those times he just wanted to be left alone to observe his own thoughts.

That was a very good question. Damon would probably ask the same thing if a drunken stuper came wandering to his front door. The difference would have been unless it was Asher or Cas, he would have slammed the door in their face already. He was lucky that she didn't do the same thing here. Instead, she invited him in, sounding very patient and tired. Damon didn't have an idea in the world what time it was. After nightfall, there was really nothing he was counting down for, so all the hours tended to blend together until the sun started to come up again. Once that happened, it was around five to six and he started looking at the clock again to count down to when the sun set. All the best people hung around when the sun went down. There was nothing better to do during the day. What was he doing do to? Work? It was when he was the most bored.

He slowly walked into the house, making sure not to trip on the front step. The house was even bigger looking from the inside. Amazed, he craned his neck to look straight up at the magnificent ceilings and towers. "You've got a really nice house." He told her absent mindedly, still looking up as if hypmotized. If he had this kind of house, he wouldn't leave. The party would come to him with a quick few phone calls and 'invite your friend'. His mind wandered to her original question when he walked in, and his head slammed down to look back at her. She really was pretty. Most of his friends were, but she had a very natural look about her. Especially now. "I got here cuz," He started, saying because like the texting phrase 'cuz', "I gave the cab driver this address. Why, I have no idea. Since I didn't pay him to drive me here, he wasn't willing to drive me to my house. Can you believe him?" He asked as if it were unbelievable. His eyes started to wander at eye level to see that she wasn't alone in the house. What do you know... fancy good looking servants.

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[JURATE]

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