Who: Damon and Ruby What: Damon is kind of WTF-ing at the moment Where: Ruby’s room at Mary’s place. When: This morning
Consciousness crept slowly as Damon woke up. When he was awake enough to actually form thoughts he became worried that his alarm clock hadn’t gone off. He still had to pack and make it to the airport with Elena. Their vacation was going to be awesome. He may not have had a ship and crew, but he figured that rum and beaches would do nicely on their own. Just as a little smile was forming on his face, Damon realized that something was up. He opened his eyes and sat up, a mildly panicked look in his eyes.
“The hell??” He jumped to his feet. This was definitely not his apartment. He had never been in this room before. Not to his knowledge, anyway. With everything that had gone on in Lawrence, he suspected that there was something very, very wrong going on. Nothing in this place was ever simple or innocent.
His eyes fell on another form in the bed he’d been sleeping in. A human being might have thought that they’d gotten drunk and hooked up with someone, the alcohol washing all of the memories from their minds. That stuff didn’t happen to Damon with his tolerance for alcohol.
“Wake up!” He shouted, perhaps a little too loudly and too harshly, but in his defense he was freaking out a little bit.