Miss Harrold

                      Daphne Harrold 17 Shifter

[thewitheringlily]

[daphneharrold]

Damn girl, you've got moves!

[austin-brooks]

[daphneharrold]

High school musical is the greatest..

[daphneharrold]

yeah we're gonna bop bop bop, bop to the top

[daphneharrold]

Celebratory Drinks

[b-caldwelll]

At the rate Brandon was going, by the end of the night his eyes would have rolled back into his head and gotten stuck there. “You’re so smug. Not always.. I’ve seen what you look like first thing in the morning, remember?” His tone was thick with amusement, and there was a cheeky gleam in his blue orbs to match his mood. “But it would be a direct lie for me to say that you don’t look good tonight.” The compliment was an excuse, really, for Brandon to pretend to survey her outfit once more, while really he was just taking the opportunity to steal a few more glances at her figure. Some old habits died hard. 

Picking up two shots and presenting one to his company, Brandon just shrugged. “I trust this place and their lack of watered down drinks.” Downing the first shot, his lips curled in distaste for a brief second, but soon his features had dropped back to neutral, and his gaze left the bar to scan across the club. Usually, he would have been picking out someone to seduce and then sleep with, but it wasn’t going to be like that tonight. Brandon wasn’t looking for sanctuary in the company of strangers, he was content to be with Daphne for a few hours. But that didn’t counteract his intention of getting blind drunk, and so Brandon downed a number of shots, waved for more, dropped a few notes on the bartop and leaned forward to say; “Neck them, and come and dance.”

[daphneharrold]

"We don't speak of my morning face! I can't help it." Daphne pouted, shoving his shoulder playfully. Her mood instantly changed at the compliment. "Oh, this? I just threw this together." She lied with a giggle on her lips, her mood was so bright that she didn't even swat him for his wandering eyes. 

She took the shot from Brandon and necked it, a gasp of displeasure slipping from her lips as the foul liquid burned down her throat. "I'm starting to as well." She responded, letting out another small gasp in the hopes of clearing out her mouth. Daphne was always good at keeping up with shots, even if she was the biggest lightweight in town, so she downed the remaining few shots and grasped on tightly to Brandon's hand, leading him onto the dance floor with a sway on her hips.

[daphneharrold]

Celebratory Drinks

[b-caldwelll]

Brandon had spent enough time in Massacre to become acquainted with the bouncers, so they didn’t bother to ask for his identification as he passed through the doors. If he was thankful for anything to do with his supernatural powers, it was the aging process that kept him old enough to be able to actually visit half the clubs in town, but young enough that it wasn’t weird for him to go out and drink himself into a stupor. The fact that Daphne wasn’t old enough hadn’t even crossed his mind when she offered to go out, but her attire for the evening made her look much older than she was, so it was no surprise that they weren’t hassled upon entrance. “And you said that I was the one bragging.” Rolling his eyes, albeit jokingly, Brandon pushed through the doors into the club. 

The warmth inside Massacre hit Brandon at full force; the place smelt like alcohol and sweat, and the music drowned out pretty much any chance of conversation, but that just meant that if he wanted to talk to Daphne, they would have to get closer. Reaching the bar, he leaned his weight against the wooden counter and curled his hand around the redhed’s upper arm, gently pulling her against him to speak directly to her ear, battling against the pulsing music. “I’d like to see you try.” A smirk curled up against his lips, though Brandon knew it was all banter with Daphne. Everything they did was playful, it was one of the reasons Brandon loved their friendship. The barmaid came over and Brandon ordered a tray of shots on Daphne’s behalf, grinning at her as he did. “What was that you said about paying for the first round?”

[daphneharrold]

She arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow in amusement, "Ah, you didn't deny it. You think I always look good!" She exclaimed, only calming down her cheery grin for a moment as they passed through the doors. Her disposition became one of poise and maturity, but the second they were out of sight from the bouncers, she slipped back into her normal habits. "I can't blame you for thinking that though," Daphne paused to flip her hair over her shoulder dramatically, "I do always look fabulous."

The music pulsated through Daphne's whole body, her skin was burning and every touch on her skin was electric. She loved going out to clubs, the atmosphere always drove her crazy. The results weren't always to be desired though. "Like you could stop me," she responded, her smirking lips beside his ear. Daphne stepped back and was out of earshot for a moment, examining the dance floor. When she returned her attention to Brandon there was a tray of shots on order. "Seriously?" She quizzed, although her expression gave away that Daphne truly didn't care. "These better get me drunk, I'm not spending my money on some pansy shots that aren't even going to touch the sides."

[daphneharrold]

Celebratory Drinks

[b-caldwelll]

Lately, Brandon didn’t have much of a social life. Practically all of his time was spent at rehearsals, and any spare few minutes he could salvage were usually spent sleeping, hunting or doing something mundane like cleaning his apartment. Opening night was important because it started off a chain; more time to actually perform for audiences, and less time knuckling down and rehearsing. It cleaned his schedule and gave the vampire an excuse to go out after the performances, which felt like someone had hauled away a weight that was had been crushing Brandon. It was a breath of fresh air, figuratively and literally.

Brandon had been home very briefly to shower and put on some decent clothes (he actually made an effort, for once), so it meant he was a little bit late in arriving to Massacre, but he wasn’t in much of a rush anyway. He was determined to take advantage of the whole night, so it meant time wasn’t much of a worry. Arriving at Massacre, he spotted Daphne accidentally and wandered over, his gaze skimming shamelessely across her outfit, the ghost of a smirk painted across his smug face. “Looking good, Harold.” Brandon said, winking playfully. “It’s good to see you. Shall we?” A brief wave of his hand motioned towards the door.

[daphneharrold]

Daphne didn't spot Brandon till his oh-so familiar voice brought her out of her day dream - the cracking brick wall had suddenly seemed far more interesting than it actually was. She chuckled at his words, rolling her eyes and hooking her arm through his. "Don't sound so surprised, sweetie, I'm always looking good." she countered, her cheeky smirk simply daring him to spark up a playful argument.

"We shall." Daphne responded, starting towards the door. "Oh, and just by the way honey, as much as I love you, keep your eyes above the neck or I will be forced to rip them out." Her tone was so sweet no one could have guessed that she had just threatened one of her closest friends, even playfully.

[daphneharrold]

Celebratory Drinks

Daphne was far too dressed up for just a night at Massacre, but she had to make herself seem like she was old enough to get in somehow, and putting on the slapper make up was so much fun - especially considering the looks she was getting. It had been forever since she had seen Joey, and there wasn't anyone she dressed up for, but seeing Brandon seemed like the perfect occasion to don some stripper heels, crush her breasts in a push up bra and wear the sluttiest dress in her collection. She was stood outside of the entrance to massacre, twisting her six inch heel into the pavement beneath her foot. Her hazel eye glanced from left to right as she searched for the familiar face, and she squeezed her arms tightly around her midriff to keep in what little warmth the cold autumn breeze hadn't stolen from her.

[b-caldwelll]

Celebratory drinks, anyone?

[b-caldwelll]

Modesty is my middle name.

How could I turn down an offer like that? Sounds good to me. Oh, now you’re just deliberately flattering me.

[daphneharrold]

My presence must have only made the offer so much sweeter. Meet me outside massacre in ten, and be ready to get drunk. No, no, no. You didn't read anything, like I would have been nice to you, you must be going crazy.

[b-caldwelll]

Celebratory drinks, anyone?

I can safely say I have the best job in Brookhaven; I get to make out with my leading lady every night, I’m pretty much the centre of everybody’s attention and considering the nature of the performance, the amount of girls there that wanted to give me their number was insane.

But you know—I’m not bragging or anything.

[daphneharrold]

Oh of course not, doll. You've never been the type to brag.

But yes, I am so down for drinks - hey, first round on me? You were great by the way.

[daphneharrold]

I wonder..

[itsabigaildawson]

Hey…you’re that hot girl Rory’s jealous of…it’s Daphne, right?

[daphneharrold]

That's me! But who's Rory and why's he jealous of me?

[prettyaud]

[b-caldwelll]

Okay, ladies.

[b-caldwelll]

That’s so adorable.

[daphneharrold]

I'm the cutest, I know.

Why don't you catch me up on your life, pumpkin?

[daphneharrold]

I wonder..

[austin-brooks]

Oh, that’s a shame. I always wanted a pool, but my dad never got the time.

[daphneharrold]

Hey, you would count as a guest.. maybe if we manage to get the hot weather back I could have you over and we could chill in my pool?

[b-caldwelll]

Okay, ladies.

[b-caldwelll]

That.. that is a rude, horrible, vile, painfully true accusation. 

What can I say? I’m a man.

[daphneharrold]

You disgust me on a deep and personal level.

[b-caldwelll]

Okay, ladies.

Calm it down, take a breather, kiss and make up, etc etc.

[daphneharrold]

You just want to see two girls kissing, you sly dog.

[izziethevampire-deactivated2013]

umano stupido

[izziethevampire-deactivated2013]

I’m sorry, aren’t you the one who kept telling me to speak English. When you have proved you could easily google translate it. If your looking for naturally stupid maybe you should look in the mirror.

Anyway Austin doesn’t seem to mind when I talk Italian. Nether does Josh. So maybe your a just a bit touché. 

[daphneharrold]

No, if you hadn't noticed; this is america. In america people speak english. If I were to go to italy, I would make the effort to speak italian, however, I don't want to go to italy, nor do i want to speak italian. That's why I live in america where people speak english.

That's lovely, maybe they can tolerate not understanding a word that comes out of your mouth, but- actually no. You seem far more intelligent when i can't understand the nonsense you're spewing. I take it all back, speak italian, it makes it seem like you could rub two brain cells together and make a spark.

[izziethevampire-deactivated2013]

umano stupido

[izziethevampire-deactivated2013]

Oh well done, I’m so proud of you. I’m sure google translate was so hard for you to work.

And maybe you should learnt that not every one will change because been raised in a certain way. I was raised Christian but I don’t expect every one to covert around me. Che il problema con l’America c’è un rispettoso ovviamente maggiore forma di comunicazione. E si sentono alcun bisogno di imparare, la conoscenza è potere. Quando comprenderanno. Al timore che ho giglio, lei andrei agire in questo modo.

[daphneharrold]

Oh my god, you absolute hypocrite. Literally five minutes ago you were having a go at me for not knowing your freaking language, and now you're saying you don't expect everyone to bend to your needs? Did you eat one too many crayons today honey, or are you naturally this stupid?