Grey (greywhite) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-10-14 21:34:00 |
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Who: Grey and Damon
Where: Her room
What: Drinking
When: Sunday Evening
Rating: Medium, language as always.
Open: Nope
Status: Closed/ongoing
Grey was terribly aware that she seemed to spending most of her time on the island in the company of vampires, it was sort of ironic given what had been going on back home, but the less she thought about that the better. Damon seemed cool though, significantly cooler than the version of him that been on the train that was for sure. Plus he was offering alcohol, which always went down well and he, unlike Cutler, wasn't even bringing it in return for blood, not that she minded her arrangement with him at all. She'd have done it either way, she'd fed vampires back on the train for no reason other than it fitted nicely into her little reign of self-destruction. She was trying not to do that anymore, she was trying to be a helpful member of society, well okay she was trying to keep busy enough that she didn't have time to think about Lex or Malc but they seemed to equate same thing. Of course it wasn't really working, her conversation with Damon only proved that. It was always the first place her mind went and nothing really helped. Seemed like he was in a similar predicament though, so being the healthy, well adjusted grown woman she was she was going to do the only thing she knew - get drunk, least she was doing it with company. That made it a bit better, didn't it? With Damon on the way she'd grabbed a couple of glasses, and looked over the living area. She was the only one here, it was far too big really, but at least it meant she had privacy and didn't have to worry about other people making a mess. Which was why it was so neat now, because that was something else to do to keep herself occupied. |