"I liked her. She was prettier than the last one," Rebekah stated casually as she hopped up besides her boss and cousin, Damon Salvatore. The two sat together at the bar, looking out as the potential waitress walked away.

"Don't you have a job to do?" groaned Damon as he covered his eyes with his hands before pushing them back through his hair. He was in no mood to deal with Rebekah's constant sarcastic remarks. His father was angry with him because the club's popularity was dying down quickly. It wasn't like it was his fault.

"I am," smirked Rebekah as she playfully ran her hand through her silky blonde hair, "I'm attracting customers to the bar. Giuseppe would be proud of me."

His fists tightened as his father's name flowed through his ears. Leave it up to Rebekah to say something that she knew would upset him even more than he already was. "Don't ever bring that name up around me again."

She laughed softly to herself as she quickly hopped off the stool and followed Damon's lead. "Awe don't tell me. Are we having daddy issues again?"

Damon stopped suddenly, catching her by surprise. Within seconds he was inches away from her. His blue eyes pierced through her soul making her feel slightly uncomfortable. "Ding ding. And if you don't hush that pretty little head of yours, we'll be having cousin issues."

The blonde sighed as she decided it was best for her to allow Damon some time to cool off. She loved to push buttons but she was smart enough to know when enough was enough. She felt for her cousin, after all, her own brother had gone through the same situation within the past years. Her father had disowned Niklaus as soon as he discovered that her mother had been unfaithful. However, in Damon's case, Giuseppe didn't approve of Damon simply because he already had the perfect son; Stefan. She sighed once again to herself. Her eyes scanned the dance floor, hoping to find someone worth her time and effort. She smirked as she put on her seductive face and made her way through the crowd.

Damon sat in his office with his head in his hands. His head pounded forcefully, either from the stress or from the blaring music blasting from the many speakers right outside his door. Today wasn't his day, but then again he never really had a good day. He'd lost two waitresses in one night; Jules and Vicki, which also happened to be two of the crowds' favorites. In addition everything that'd happened, Katherine had broken up with him because she finally decided to inform him of her engagement to another man. Not that it bothered him. After all, he could get girls anytime, any day.

"Ric," he said loudly as he covered one ear, hoping to be able to hear his friend on the other line better, "I say we conclude our nights by indulging ourselves in a glass…or more of some nice bourbon far, far away from this tragic little city of ours."

"Do you have any friends besides me Damon? Last time I checked you tried to steal my wife man." Alaric replied sternly.

Damon chuckled to himself. Truth be told, he really did try and steal Jenna. And well, he had succeeded until she told him the 'L' word, the one word Damon Salvatore did not do. "Ric, Ric, Ric, how many times do I have to tell you? If I succeeded, it wasn't trying. It's called accomplishing. Anyway let's not hold any grudges ."

"Apologize first and we'll go. Not promising that I won't smash a glass into your head," Ric threatened.

"I'm sorry I'm so hot and irresistible which caused Jenna to want me," he sighed, this time more serious than before, "and you are my friend. You're the only person I can count on."

"That's as good as I'll get, huh?" Alaric laughed.

"You bet. Now about tonight, meet me at Last Call at two."

"I hope you know you're not going without me," Rebekah replied as she leaned against the doorway, causing Damon to groan aloud once more, "Oh and Damon, try not to get too drunk, my dear old friend Elena is spending three weeks at the house and I think you should make a good impression."

"What? Rebekah you live with me in my house. You're supposed to ask me for permission before you go inviting the girl scouts to my house, and I say not happening," he said loudly.

"And I say too late," she replied calmly before skipping out the door, leaving Damon to drown in his anger.

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It was ten o' clock and she was right one time just as she was told to be. It'd been five years since she'd last seen Rebekah and she was hoping nothing had changed. As she stood outside the old house she wondered if maybe she was at the wrong address. The home looked abandoned as well as if no one was home. She nervously chewed at her lip as she rang the doorbell.

Damon groaned loudly as he felt the headache rushing to the front of his head. He opened his eyes slowly, wishing he knew who the naked girl besides him was. He slowly reached for his boxers that laid beneath his feet as he stumbled to the doorway. As the sunlight hit his eyes he couldn't help but squint.

"Salvatore residence," he yawned with his eyes still closed. He leaned his head against the door frame while trying to get the pain to stop for at least a second.

"Um, sorry…I think I have the wrong address…"she trailed off as her eyes found there way to this mysterious man's hard chest. She felt her cheeks burning instantly.

Damon cracked one eye open allowing himself to welcome in the sight of one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail and she wore no make up, but the look suited her. He instantly awoke as he tried to regain his composure.

"Oh this may be the wrong address but this can easily turn into the right," he winked at her as he openly checked her out, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

"David who's at the door," groaned the hung over blonde from the nearby couch. She pulled the blanket up over her head, shielding herself from the light.

"I was really just looking for my friend, sorry to bother you and your girlfriend," she replied quickly, "I should get going."

"Not my girlfriend," he replied with a smirk, "and why don't you stay? I promise you won't regret it."

"Tisk, tisk, tisk. Damon Salvatore how many times do I have to tell you to lay off my friends? After all, I thought you said that she wasn't welcomed here," Rebekah smiled playfully as she walked into the living room of the home, leaving Damon speechless, "Don't mind Damon, he's nothing more than sex on a stick."

"This is your friend you told me about last night?" he replied quickly as he glanced between the two girls. There was no way that Rebekah was this girls friend. Rebekah was rude and arrogant and selfish, while this girl seemed to be the total opposite.

"Elena meet Damon, my immature and cocky cousin. Pay no attention to the lack of clothing he seems to be sporting this day, apparently he's having a hang over as well as a…hung all over from last night," Rebekah winked, "I think Blondie is missing your body."

Elena smiled awkwardly at Damon as she walked into the home, leaving him standing behind her still in shock.

"Try to avoid him, he's nothing but trouble," Rebekah whispered as she lead Elena upstairs, "and I know how much you love those troubled boys. But I mean it Lena, stay away from him."