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Damon Salvatore sat himself down at the bar and ordered a Scotch. His frustration was evident as his lips formed a hard, perfect line. His eyes flickered momentarily towards the bartender and nodded his acknowledgement as the bartender placed the glass down in front of him. He swallowed it down in one gulp and grimaced as he swung around on his stool to survey the crowd in Mystic Grill. Same boring faces, he mused with a bored expression. Suddenly, the door swung open.

Damon's eyes flickered over to the door as Bonnie walked in. Her eyes swept over the crowd as if looking for a face and Damon grinned at her. Her face contorted into an annoyed expression but swiftly changed into a look of happiness. She began to walk towards him as Damon wore a smug expression on his face. As soon as she walked within hearing range, he murmured to her with a cocky grin, "Eager to see me, I see." Bonnie ignored him and stood next to his seat at the bar and said brightly, "Hi, Ben."

Damon whirled around on his stool in surprise and set his eyes on the bartender for the second time that night. "Oh, hey, Bonnie," Ben replied with a smile on his face, "What brings you here?" Yes, what does bring her here? Damon seethed. "Nothing much," Bonnie replied shyly, "just wanted to see you." Jealousy surged through Damon's blood and he wanted nothing more than to rip out Ben's pretty neck. "I'm glad," Ben chuckled, "I get off in 10 minutes, if you want to wait for me." "Oh, alright, I'll wait for you," Bonnie replied, smiling with a twinkle in her eye. Ben walked away to help another customer as Damon clenched his fists on the table.

Bonnie chuckled to herself as she glanced at Damon's irritated face. She knew it burned him to know that she was the only girl who didn't swoon at the sight of him. "Hey, Damon," She finally said snidely, sitting down on an unoccupied stool. Damon unclenched his fists and put a convincing smile on his face. "Hello, Bonnie, what brings you here?" Bonnie narrowed her eyes and smirked. So you want to play that way, Mr. Salvatore? Alright, she thought. "Oh, nothing. Just waiting on a guy." She answered, innocently, continuing this little game.

Damon's clear eyes flickered dangerously as he roughly got up and said, "I hope you enjoy your night, then. I have to get going." Bonnie had a surprised look on her face as she saw Damon leave the bar. A guilty feeling overwhelmed her as her mind debated whether or not to go find him. She finally got up and ran outside, looking both ways of the deserted street. She finally saw his back walking away from the Grill. "Damon, wait!" Bonnie yelled. He stopped and turned around to face her and crossed his arms in front of her with an annoyed look on his face. She ran towards him as he asked coolly, "Yes?" "That was rude, I'm sorry," She said, wide-eyed and breathless.

"I don't know what you're talking about," He replied, bitter-sweetly. Bonnie rolled her eyes and huffed, "Oh, cut the crap, you know what I'm talking about, and you heard my conversation with Ben ---" Bonnie was suddenly cut off and pinned against the wall. Damon growled at her as his body pressed up against hers gently, "I don't care about Ben. Quite frankly, I'm better than him and you know it. So go on with your date tonight, but know that you won't be able to stop thinking about me. Why don't YOU cut the crap, and come find me when you are ready to admit what you want." Damon whirled around and started walking away, leaving Bonnie to stare at him half-frightened and half-amused.