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I got you a present when I was away on business. He's not long born and needs a lot of TLC. I'll see you when I get home, Santana. I love you.
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Picture message → 25/06/12→ From: Trevor
I got you a present when I was away on business. He's not long born and needs a lot of TLC. I'll see you when I get home, Santana. I love you.
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God, this town sucks.
The fact that you really think that any of that matters to me any more is just one of the many things that still makes you pathetic Little J. You’ll never be better than me, no matter how hard you try. I will admit, your efforts were applaudable at times, but you are delusional if you for one single second think that you ever bested me. Who was the one who ran away to Hudson every chance she got, hmm? Stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours, Jenny. Because I’m completely serious, I will ruin you. And I’m not just talking about your social calendar. *Sighs* And now I can go back to pretending you don’t exist in peace.
How many times have you attempted to "ruin me" before, B? And yet, you failed every. single. time. I'm not afraid of you or what you're apparently capable of, i'm not the same girl I was in Manhattan. So like you said, keep out of my way and we'll be just fine.
I haven't left my house since Saturday...
Can't say I blame you. There isn't a whole hell of a lot to do around here, it seems. I'm Jenny.
God, this town sucks.
Not if I have anything to say about it.
What are you going to do, Blair, really? Banish me from the city? Send in Gossip Girl blasts about me? Try and steal a boyfriend from me? If you haven't already noticed, this isn't Manhattan, you're not queen any more, and I realised that you're absolutely nothing to be afraid of. Move on. The fact you're still completely fixated on your old life is laughable and embarrassing. Besides, i'm sure you remember the past, I beat you at every single one of your games and I can sure as hell do it again. But if you don't mind, I have things to be getting on with. Worthwhile things. Ciao!
God, this town sucks.
I’m not touchy. I was just being the good civilian of the area and telling if you don’t like what you see then fuck off. I’m Stefan, by the way.
Feisty. I like it. Fine, i'll play nice about your little town, so long as you show me something good about it.
I'm Jennifer. But Jenny will suffice.
God, this town sucks.
Well the option to leave is one you should take then.
Someone's touchy. Struck a nerve, have I?
God, this town sucks.
I’m sure it’s a pleasure to meet you, Jenny. I’m Hayley.
I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot more of one another, Hayley.
Another night drinking. [Jenny/Damon]
Damon found himself choking on the remains of his drink that he had been downing the same instant that he heard blondes bold words. It was not that she had been far from the truth, but no one other than himself was really able to so bluntly admit it without giving some sort of excuse for it. “Well, I dont think that I could have said it any better myself, newbie. Besides, why are you even in this town anyways if you hate it so much?”
It almost bemused Jenny to watch as Damon spluttered slightly at her words. Women in this town obviously acted at least a little more demure than she had been. Strange. She gave her shoulders an uninterested shrug, "My brother, Dan. He told me to get him here. Gave me the information and then promised he'd come get me when he could." This much had been the truth. Just before Stella had taken over Jenny's body, she'd overheard Dan giving her instructions on where to go and what to do. "Plus, a few old friends, and enemies of mine took up residency here. It'd be rude not to drop along and say hello."
Another night drinking. [Jenny/Damon]
The blonde, whom’s name he had already forgotten, was slightly appealing to him in the way that she talked and acted. It was so careless and free, that Damon could not help but wonder why exactly she was that way. “Sure, I’ve got nothing else to do tonight.”
The two sides of Jenny were battling against one another. Stella was having to watch every single move that she made. One slip-up and she woould be forced back to hell, straight into the arms of her creator, punished for all eternity. She liked Jenny's body, she liked the innocence of the young woman, the fact she had the ability to mould herself into a woman, enjoy the supposed best years of her life. Nodding, she lifted the glass to her lips and drained the remainder of the clear liquid, allowing it to burn her throat. These were things she never got to experience as a demon. "So, your town is bullshit." she stated, matter-of-factly, as she signalled the bartender for another drink.
Another night drinking. [Jenny/Damon]
As the sounding of the girls melodic tones rendered within his hearing, Damon could not help but be slightly surprised at how kitten like it appeared to his aged mind. “I’m surprised— I would have taken you for someone that liked their drinks a bit fruity.” Shrugging his shoulders at the blonde reluctantly, Damon turned his attention back over to the bartender without much care. “I would like a bourbon.”
Fighting the urge to roll her eyes, Jenny traced her pointer finger round about the rim of the glass. "That's the funny thing about appearances and first opinions, Mr. Salvatore. They're seldom correct." She waited for Damon to order a drink before clearing her throat, "Please," she gestured her free hand towards the empty bar stool next to her, "won't you join me?" she asked, an eyebrow cocked in his direction.
Another night drinking. [Jenny/Damon]
So what is your drink of choice, Blondie?
Stella lifted Jenny's eyes off of the bar in front of her, a silk voice pulling her out of her trance. Smirking, her blue eyes met with Damon's, the man she'd been speaking to previously. "I'll drink anything. But tonight, my poison of choice is vodka. On the rocks. Yourself?" she asked, the purr of the blond girls voice still sounding foreign to her.
Another night drinking. [ o p e n + ]
And I’m so fucking tired of listening to people complain already.
Alcohol will solve any and every problem I have today.
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