Who: Damon and Elena Where: His apartmant,and then ice skating rink When: night Why: because Damon is being *gasp*romantic open: perhaps.
Damon tugged on his shirt, eyeing himself in the mirror before grinning.He certaintly looked like an eternal stud, and thats how he liked it.Making sure he looked damned good, he turned to stroll toward the bedroom.
"Get up."He snapped, tossing the skates at her, as he sat down in the nearest chair to pull his shoes on."Thought we'd do something fun."He informed her sounding smug as he grabbed his own skates and splaying them over his shoulder. "You should probaly put on something warm, heard its 'really fucking cold outside'he qouted in a mock tone,rolling his eyes.