Hey, this is E- J and I'm back with whole new story.

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Damon was bored.

No one had time to spend with him. Stefan and Elena were at home, probably cuddling in bed or something and Alaric was in California. So there was no guy he could talk to, consequently he decided to go out on his own and have some fun with some strangers.

Mystic Falls wasn't big, Damon even wouldn't classify it as a real city so there weren't many places to go to.

In the end the only place he could visite was of course the Grill. His almost favourite place in this hicktown.

He strolled into the Grill and looked around. Things haven't changed in all the years, since he moved here. The Grill was full of young teenage college students, who spend their time here and tried to have fun after college.

Shaking his head, he started to walk towards to the bar, then he suddenly saw her.

The little witch, the one and only.

He immediately started to smirk and took the empty seat to her right.

"Little witch", he greeted, turning his head to her and ordered himself a drink.

"Salvatore", Bonnie replied and took another sip of her alcohol before glancing at him with a smile on her full lips.

"What are you doing here, all by yourself, in this crowded place?"

"I'm not alone anymore... So what brings you by?"

"True, true... I was bored, had nothing to do and when I'm bored, I come here and you know... looking for some fun."

"Yeah and today I'm your fun person", she asked.

"Think that's the case... Are you trying to get drunk, and if so why?"

"Because I want to, there's nothing wrong with that. I mean you kind of do that every day", she chuckled.

"I never get too drunk, honey. I know my limits... Tell me about it."

"Tell you about what?"

"About your problem. Is it your weird boyfriend?"

"It's nothing."

"Oh really, then why are you drinking?"

"I told you that I don't a reason to."

"Bennett, you can't fool me, I know you to well."

"Fine, he's an ass."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"No, I'm done with talking."

"Alright, but I told you before..."

"Yeah, yeah whatever Damon", she waves her hand at him and shouted for another whisky.

...

"One more shot", Bonnie shouted to the bartender.

"You had enough Bonnie", Damon replied and pulled her left arm down she had raised.

"No, more", she said and tried to snatch her hand away, but his hold was too strong and she was too drunk and that meant that she was way weaker than he already was.

"Damon, let go of me, I wanna..."

"I don't care what you want, you're so fucking drunk, that you don't know what you're talking", Damon snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Fucksh you", she tried to speak out but her fail only made her giggle like a little girl.

Damon glared at her, he was getting a little annoyed by her weird drunken persona. This wasn't the Bonnie he knew. The Bonnie he knew- his Bonnie- was strong and self- controlled, she never spit out any rants and above all she was self- confident.

But this drunk Bonnie was a little out of character.

"Hey you, stop looking at him that way", Bonnie suddenly screamed at a girl. She sat at the other end of the bar and had her eyes fixed on Damon. She was clearly lusting after him and constantly tried to flirt with him, by playing with her shoulder long blond hair or flashing with her eyelashes.

"Are you deaf bitch? I said stop it", Bonnie shouted again. She even tried to stand up and walk over to her, but Damon stopped her by putting one arm around her slim waist.

"Oh no, you're not going there. I'm taking you home, you and alcohol- not a good combination", Damon said and made his way outside the bar with Bonnie on his arms. She wasn't able to even make a few steps, even when he held her, so he decided to just carry her bridal style.

At first Bonnie fought and kicked with her feet, but as soon as she had calmed down, she placed her head in the crook of his neck. He could feel her breath stroke his skin lightly, it created a warm feeling inside him. He smiled and closed his eyes for a short second.

"Damon", Bonnie moaned.

"Hm", he replied as he reached the car and manoeuvred her into the blue mustang.

"Yes Bonnie, what is it?", he asked her as he started to the motor. He pulled out of the parking lot and drove to Bonnie's house.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I kind of ruined your next one- night stand."

"Oh yeah... That's okay. She wasn't my type."

Bonnie turned around in her seat and faced Damon. "Do you even have a type?"

His eyebrows shot up, as he turned his head to her. "What? Just because all women think I'm handsome and sexy, doesn't mean that I feel the same."

"How come then, that you've slept with nearly all of them?"

"I haven't and you know that. I'm not that slutty."

"Yes you are. Caroline says that you're a man- whore", she exhaled giggling.

"And you're wasted Bon", he replied, shaking his head and drove faster.

Ten minutes later he arrived at Bonnie's, he parked his car and lifted her back into his arms. It had started to drizzle and Bonnie suddenly felt the need to sing 'I'm singing in the rain'. Her drunk voice was just terrible but who cares, Damon thought and entered her house.

"Here we are", Damon said when he lay Bonnie on the couch, "now stop singing, your voice is killing me."

"You're already dead, vampy", Bonnie responded, sat up and weaved her index finger in his face, when he stood before her, respectively bend over her.

Damon rolled his eyes and ignored her gesture. He took the seat next to her and smirked, when Bonnie put her legs on his lap. He stared at her exposed thighs, that were shown under her violet dress and he reached out to touch them. He could feel the heat under his fingers, it felt great to caress her skin with his thumb and how she got goosebumps.

He turned his attention from her thighs to her eyes. Her eyes were beautiful, rich green with a brown boundary that made glow.

As their eyes locked Damon felt a rush of emotions flow through him and before Bonnie could say anything he pulled her towards him and parted her legs, so that she could straddle his lap. Both of his hands moved from her thighs to her head and he put them on her cheeks, stroking them before he leaned forward and kissed her.

That's it. Should I continue or not?

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Love, E- J