Who: Napalm Wartooth and Damon Salvatore What: Drinking and sexing. When: Thursday afternoon. Where: Damon's place. Warnings: See the what.
Palm made her way to Damon's after taking a little time to primp. It was nice to have things to do that weren't thinking about a lot of her sort-of family disappearing; in addition to her boyfriend vanishing, so had the rest of the band she lived with. The castle was too quiet, and she'd changed bedrooms to keep herself distracted.
She usually was a t-shirt and jeans girl, but she cleaned up well; she knocked on Damon's door in about half an hour in a little black dress (but vinyl - she was her mother's child after all) and heels. She would've fallen over if instructed to run or do anything easier than walking a few feet, but they looked great. Her hellhound had instructions to stay at home (which suited it just fine since its master had disappeared as well). Everyone she knew was sad.