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Thread: Crossbows and Moonshine (Dragonfoot455 and Travler)

Alyissa didn't know if Daryl was using a derogatory term but some part of him looked threatened by the idea of fraternizing with the opposite sex. Instead of showing of her disdain to the Redneck's retort instead she shrugged. It's okay Aaron, some boys just don't like to play nice. I never really like partnering up with mediocres anyhow she growled before taking her dishes and placing them in the sink to wash before twisting the cap on her flask of Whiskey I'd love to stay with you love birds, maybe Daryl will teach me something Aly smugly added Alyissa found that she made friends easily when finding out they hate the same things or annoying the crap out of them and she had a few ideas in mind with Daryl, she obviously had implied she wasn't going anywhere with accepting the couple's offer to stay with them. Daryl was an expert with a Crossbow and Aly knew Guns like the back of her hand. Together they could be quite a duo....or a pain in the ass to one another more or less.
Thread: Another Bloody Romance - TVD (Izzy325 x Traveler)

The door swung open and let in the bright streams of light, the squawking cars, and the bustle of the Bostonians going about their business on this post-holiday Friday. The crazy rush of Christmas had faded into New Year's, which now was thankfully past news, and now everyone seemed to have hearts and chocolates on their mind. Damon Salvatore scowled, his handsome face looking something like a tribute to Elvis as the sneer turned to indifference and his bloodshot blue eyes took in the selection of booze behind the bar. Bourbon. That was what he had come in here for. Yes... He moved like a man who had just gotten off a ship for the first time in years. The ground seemed to be shifting beneath his feet, yet he always seemed to land on the right side of up. He straightened the collar on his black leather jacket and winked at a few college-aged hotties as he made his way across the floor and deposited himself on a stool. Hey... bartender, He waved at the back of the man tending bar. In his mind they were all interchangeable. Bartenders, taxi drivers... they were little more than food and fun, in that order. Give me a bottle of Bourbon, will you? Maker's Mark if you have it. He grimaced and turned around on the stool to survey the scene. Mostly it seemed like locals. People who worked here, college kids, a few disenchanted middle aged couples... and himself, a vampire who couldn't find the right witch if she bit him on the ass. He sighed and turned back around, deciding to try to compel whoever was tending bar to give him the bottle on the house.
Thread: Another Bloody Romance - TVD (Izzy325 x Traveler)

A chill passed through the bar as another patron entered briefly the nosies of the bustling city could be heard before the door closed slowly on it's own. A look around the bar informed Bailey that tonight at the local pub would be no different from any other night here. He would deal with the same drunk frat boys who bar hopped around the city, the annoying creepy men and women who would hit on him, and the alcoholics who didn't know when it was time to call it quits. But then again that was essentially their problem. He couldn't wait to just get back to his apartment and sleep for the next two days. Well until he had to show up at work again. Behind him he heard the voice of a man ordering a Bourbon. That was the kind of drink someone had when they were going through something. He could hear it in the mans voice. Sure thing man... It took him a moment to locate the bottle but Bailey pulled out a glass and poured the man a drink. Rough day? He asked the gentleman at the bar as he put the bottle away. But one look at the newcomers face and he put the bottle right back on the bar. Something told him there would be several drinks in this man's future. Bailey finally got a good look at the man who downed his drink in three seconds flat. Without waiting for the word he already had the drink refilled. The out of towner was actually one of the most handsome men he had ever encountered. If he had been hanging out at the bar he would have no doubt hit on him. The likely hood of the man being gay was slim to none. Bailey wasn't that lucky.
Thread: Another Bloody Romance - TVD (Izzy325 x Traveler)

He smirked at the bartender when he asked if he had had a rough day. You don't know the half of it, he responded, his smirk working up one side of his face and making his blue eyes look more mischievous than saintly. He swirled the liquid in the glass and then downed it, his throat appreciating the slow burn as the bourbon slid down. His eyes smiled at the bartender as another glass was poured. And I didn't even have to compel him. He raised the glass to toast his bartender. To Boston, he declared. He fixed his gaze upon the young man and tried to compel him to his will, not realizing that the man, though not hopped on vervain, was one of the few people he could not compel. Have a drink with me. We're doing the opposite of celebrating. His sapphire eyes drank in the man before him. The guy was good looking and clean cut, much too pulled together for a downtown dive of a bar. He had to be some kind of a student with bigger plans ahead. If he was a student then he knew people at the university, and as he was the bartender he knew people in town. You might be able to help me, though, he leaned over the bar and gave the guy a tight smile. You know people, right? He watched carefully to see if the man would pour himself a drink or ignore the compulsion. I'm looking for someone named Beatrix Holmes. You heard of her? His long fingers tapped at the counter impatiently and he kept his intense gaze on the young man, daring anyone else to compete for his attention.
Thread: Another Bloody Romance - TVD (Izzy325 x Traveler)

The smirk on the man's face spoke of nothing but mischief and trouble. Despite having that feelings Bailey couldn't help but smile back at the overly confident man. There was something about him that just screamed fun and danger. Sadly for Bailey that was his favorite combination in a man. Actually I try not to drink on the job...it's lead to some bad decisions. He chuckled slightly before shaking his head no. But to Boston. He nodded his head once more in agreement as he started to tend to the bar once more. A patron tried to get his attention but the bartender was far more focused on the man. Beatrix Holmes....that name sounds awfully familiar but I don't know who it is. If you'd like I could ask around for you. As night started to fall the bar became more and more crowded with rowdy college students looking to blow off steam from a full week of classes, internships, and work. My name is Bailey by the way. You clearly aren't from around here. What's your name? He asked sticking his hand out.
Thread: Another Bloody Romance - TVD (Izzy325 x Traveler)

When the bartender casually declined Damons compulsion to drink, the vampire knew that he was either dealing with someone who was full of vervain, or a witch. Which, in retrospect, was interesting. He happened to be looking for a witch. Not this one, obviously, but a witch and they all traveled in covens so it was likely that they would know of each other. If not, he might be able to tell Damon where to find her. Of course the name would sound familiar to a potential witch. The Salvatore brother smiled at the bartender as he seemed to busy himself with bar tasks. Id like that, he said in response to the offer to ask around. Its a matter of life and death. Notably, his life, and maybe her death if she refused to help. He stayed and nursed the Bourbon as the bar filled up. If he had an idea of what this Beatrix looked like he would have been looking harder, but for what it was worth he was just killing time. The bartender served other patrons and then came back over and casually introduced himself. Smooth He figured that if Brandon was a witch hed be wanting to figure out what kind of person was looking for the other witchy witch. With a smile that was just a shade above a grimace he turned and shook the young mans hand. Hey Bailey. Im Damon. Damon Salvatore. His eyes met the young mans and he tried to hold his gaze and gage his reaction. Some witched could tell just by touching him that he was a vampire. Others werent that in tuned with their skills and might just get a reaction that was. off . So, what time do you get off tonight? As he talked to the bartender a bunch of the college guys were messing around, Indian wrestling and trying not to spill beers. One of the men, a burly guy with a sports jersey and a thin goatee, backed into Damon, causing him to turn and glare at the offender. What you looking at? snarled the jock. Damon slowly shook his head. Take it somewhere else, Meathead. Your tart over there will thank you for it. Who you calling tart? The man steadied his stance and pushed up his sleeves. The cheering and encouraging catcalls from his friends werent helping his case any. The vampire narrowed his eyes. Did he really want to cause a scene on his first day in town? Go back to your girlfriend, sit down, and drink your beer. Leave me alone. His eyes grew focused and he forced his will onto the jock. Reluctantly the man backed off and did as he was told, much to the chagrin of his fellow partiers. Damon turned back to Bailey. Now where were we?
Thread: Another Bloody Romance - TVD (Izzy325 x Traveler)

The name Beatrix bombarded his mind the moment the name left Damon's lips. He knew of no one with the name but he couldn't stop thinking about it. Perhaps with all of the people who milled in and out of the bar the name had been mentioned once or twice. She had to live somewhere close by if someone had uttered her name in the bar. She could have been a small business owner seeing as many of them frequented the bar often for happy hour. For now Bailey pushed the name out of his mind. He clearly didn't remember anyone with that name and it wasn't going to do him well to dwell on the name. He brought his attention back to the handsome man in front of him. Their hands touched for a brief moment as they introduced themselves to each other. The feeling that traveled through Bailey's body made him pull his hand away quickly from Damon's grasp. It wasn't that her was fearful of the man sitting at the bar but the jolt that quickly and suddenly ran through his body warned him to be cautious of him. Something was off even if he couldn't put his finger on it. The rowdy group behind them looked as if the party had started a little too early. They cheered, yelled, and knocked into the occasional customer but the moment it happened to Damon Bailey's breathe caught. Like before the feeling was brought forth. Damon's entire being screamed to be left alone. He seemed like the type of man who knew his way around a bar fight. Before Bailey could end the fight the college student was on his way. As Damon turned around Bailey was at a loss. How could it have ended as quickly as it started. You asked me what time I got off....that generally depends on how late people stay here. If they're customers then I stay. But nice to meet you Damon. How long are you in Boston for? He looked back towards the boy who was now again with his friends partying the night away. How did you get that boy to walk away? Usually those type of boys will do anything for a fight. I'm impressed. Bailey cleared a few glasses that littered the bar as he waited for an answer. He pulled out a glass for himself and poured some Jack in it. I know I said I don't drink on the job but I need it tonight. Hopefully people clear out of here soon. He mumbled as a few patrons slowly exited the bar.
Thread: Another Bloody Romance - TVD (Izzy325 x Traveler)

Im in Boston until I find the person I need, and I get what I want. He plucked an olive from the garnish tray and fed it to himself, taking time to suck the juice from his index finger and then his thumb. His eyes strayed to Bailey's as he gave the pad of his thumb a last lick. And sometimes people do what you ask them to, if you ask nicely enough. Maybe Mr. Meathead just liked the way I asked him to leave. He was leaning over the counter and he smiled at the bartender as he clasped his hands loosely together. His lashes were dark and lush, and when he glanced down they brushed his cheeks. He glanced over his shoulder as Bailey took a drink of the Jack. The brouhaha was just starting, it seemed, and the party had turned up the volume. Damon didnt blame the bartender for taking a drink though it still irked him that the compulsion didnt work. So you stay as long as they do? He indicated the partiers with a nod of his head. His eyes raked over the crowd as he considered his options. He could wait for the stupid beer guzzlers to wind down and fade away, or he could burn them all up and send them home. He picked the faster option. A wicked smile spread across his face as he abandoned the bar counter and sauntered towards the crowd gathered around the pool tables. His hands trailed over the backs of chairs as he passed them by, and it was quite obvious that he was looking to start trouble. There he saw a bunch of bulky, muscular, and drunk guys, their hats on sideways and their pants hanging much too low to cover their underwear. Classy. Damon scoffed. Fashion victims. He noticed the groupies hanging near the jocks, their sultry eyes and pouty lips covered in too much Maybelline to be enticing. Some of the girls eyed him with interest as he approached. Their boyfriends watched him as if they could sense another predator approaching, but that just made the vampire smile wider. Hey, can we help you? One of the more outspoken of the crew put a hand out towards Damon to stop his advance. His other hand held a half-full beer. This is a private party. Yeah, well, this is a private bar, and its time for you all to clear out and to take your monkeys with you. What? Who are you calling monkeys? A mulatto jock, his hair dyed blond and his eyes light blue, took immediate offense. His buddy, the first one to address Damon, picked up a pool cue to use as a weapon. You dont want this circus of yours to get ugly. It is your circus, right? And these are your monkeys? Damon stood with one leg to the side, his demeanor relaxed and arrogant. The girls might get your blood on their dresses. He winked at one of the blond babes and blew her a kiss. Right, honey? Kind of a downer to be all bloody. It makes the late-night booty call thats coming less exciting. A man behind him threw the first punch, and with a wild grin Damon dove in, his reflexes and strength making the fact that he was playing with them seem overly unfair, but laughable. Girls screamed, bottles flew across the air, and blood was being spilled, but the bar was starting to clear out. Finally.
Thread: Another Bloody Romance - TVD (Izzy325 x Traveler)

You strike me as the type of man who always gets what he wants. I'm not entirely sure if that's intriguing or scary. Bailey poured himself another drink. He knew he was breaking all of his rules tonight but something told him he would need this drink. This time Bailey savored the taste of his drink as the liquor was swallowed burning his throat on the way down. Why do I have the feeling that you don't generally ask nicely when you want something. Bailey looked around at the crowd as he tried to make sure no one was getting too rowdy. While it was to be expected with the bar being so close to a college but his boss would not be happy. He turned his bright blue eyes back on Damon and smiled. Yes sir. As long as there are people inside of this bar I cannot leave. But I don't mind it usually. His piercing gaze looked over to the group in the back They were starting to get a bit wild but that was to be expected. As Bailey cleaned up the bar and picked up more stray bottles and cups when he realized Damon had left his seat. He looked around before he heard yelling from the back of the bar. Slowly the young college student turned around and witnessed a sight to behold. Damon was clearly physically fit but he couldn't understand how the man moved so quickly. The college boys were burly and huge. It didn't make sense that none of their punches landed on him. Hey cut that out! You all know the rules. No fighting. You're all out of here. One of the football players turned to Bailey and started walking over towards him. Hey there big guy...why don't you just head on out of here and we can call it even. He growled and stepped closer to Bailey. The Witch stuck his hand up in defense and pushed against the strong chest. A tingling sensation shot through his arm and into the boy. Instantly he could feel the wind around him pick up and the boy in front of him crumpled to the ground groaning in pain. Bailey backed up as he looked at his hand in disbelief. That couldn't have been him could it? He shook his head as he watched the group run out. The guy on the floor in front of him moaned before getting up slowly. This isn't over you little bitch. He took one look at Damon before he ran out of the bar to catch up with his friend. Well it looks like you cleared the bar out. Bailey chuckled softly as he started to clean up the mess.
Thread: Another Bloody Romance - TVD (Izzy325 x Traveler)

Damon watched the bar clear out, both the trouble makers and the few who had simply lingered to long fled, happy to have a reason not to leave a tip. He shook his head and picked up an abandoned bottle of rum to carry with him as he sauntered back to the counter. That guy is wrong about you, you know. You're not a bitch. He took a long drink from the bottle. You're a witchy witch. He smirked and raised an eyebrow suggestively. So is that how you know Beatrix? Is she part of your coven? He leaned his elbows and regarded Bailey. Don't worry - I have a lot of friends who are witches. Albeit, there are a lot of witches who would like to see me staked, but hey we can't all be perfect, can we? He watched Bailey wiping down the tables and shook his head. This is going to take too long. He noticed a couple who were slow to leave and waved them over. Hey! Yes you - come here. Bartender's got some free booze to give to you. It was a lie, of course, but what was a lie or two among friends? He smiled at the two. Well, aren't you both just adorable? They looked like they had sneaked in with fake IDs. Damon caught their gaze and held it. Clean the bar. Make it im-pec-a-ble. He put the tips of his fingers together and emphasized each syllable. Once you're done take one bottle of whatever you want, go back to your room, or 'a' room, and fuck each other's brains, out. Got it? They both nodded, the smiles on their faces widening. The girl's nipples hardened beneath her sweater, and it was evident that the young man was having a similar reaction. He was just hoping to get a kiss fucking was a bonus. Good. He turned to Bailey. Let's go. You don't have to worry about the bar. --Oh! He turned back to the couple. Turn off the lights and lock up before you leave. Then he smiled invitingly at the bartender. So... you gonna introduce me to Beatrix or what?
Thread: Another Bloody Romance - TVD (Izzy325 x Traveler)

The look that crossed Bailey's face showed exactly what crossed his mind. Excuse me? Did you just say what I think you said? Bailey shook his head and turn around as he continued to clean up. I'm just going to pretend that you didn't just say that. He watched Damon grab the rum bottle. Part of him wanted to object but he knew the man wouldn't put the bottle back so he sighed and kept cleaning. That is until Damon command the couple who stayed behind to clean up. How did you get them to do that? He watched as both the girl and boy became visibly aroused which only surprised the witch even more. I honestly don't understand what's going on right now. Bailey was utterly confused by the events that occurred that night. Why couldn't he just have one normal night in this shit town? Coven? Staked? Damon no offense but you sound crazy... Despite how crazy Damon sounded Bailey still wanted to spend the night with him...whatever may come of that at least. I told you I think I know who that woman is. I'm not apart of a coven for several reasons. Witches don't exist so therefore covens do not either. Even if witches existed I'm not one. He grabbed his peacoat and threw it on quickly before he lead Damon out into the bitter cold. Are they actually going to clean up the bar and close down for me? I need that job... He couldn't understand his need to follow Damon not that he minded much. They walked a bit with Damon drinking most of the way without a care in the world. I think she owns one of those mom and pop stores in the older area of Boston. Bailey lead them close to the freedom trail before taking a turn onto an older road paved with cobblestones. The pair stopped at a shop to which Bailey turned around and looked at Damon. I think this is where is works and most likely lives. Many people who own stores on this street seem to live and stay here. Bailey looked through the glass window but couldn't see anyone inside. I'm not sure if she's home though. He knocked on the window softly hoping she would be around.
Thread: Another Bloody Romance - TVD (Izzy325 x Traveler)

Im crazy like a fox, Damon had said as he took another long pull from the bourbon bottle and smirked at Bailey from across the counter. Sure theyd do whatever I tell them to do. You really are a baby witch, arent you? Dont you have a clue what Im about? It was a big joke to him, though. He liked seeing the perplexed way the bartenders brows knitted as he tried to figure out what his customer was carrying on about. It was rather fetching. He stood on the cobblestone and looked up at the building. It was old, probably one of the older buildings in this part of town, and Damon felt like he had been there before. In his 400-odd years it was highly likely. Are you worried youll wake the dead? Baileys knock had been tentative. It was almost as if he didnt want anyone to answer the door. Damon stepped closer and rapped on the door loudly. Beatrix Holmes! Wake up! I need your help! His voice rang down the street. He pounded on the door again. Beatrix! Come out, come out, wherever you are. A window slid open upstairs and the greyed head of a black woman stuck out. She shined a light down at the two, then cursed. Damn you, Damon Salvatore. What are you doing at my doorstep? Damons smile was wide. He spread his arms and grinned up at her. I need you, Bea. Come on, let me and my friend here come in. He slipped an arm around Baileys shoulders and pulled the young man against himself. Come on, you dont want there to be any bloodshed, do you? The woman glared at Damon. She looked at Bailey, all innocent and unknowing, and cursed. Ill be down. Dont do anything foolish Salvatore. I swear she slid the window shut with a bank and the windows light went on. Damon released Bailey. See? Shes home. He smirked at the bartender and held out the bourbon. Want a drink?