"why the long face?” the blonde inquires, inviting himself to sit next to the petite ginger girl in the midst of all the craziness currently surrounding them. it was an all too typical friday night for the gang of friends, having gotten information on a party an old friend of he and alistair’s were having— it was hard to resist not attending. while damon had been more than distracted with working his way through what seemed like an endless sea of attractive females, he’d caught sight of a rather unhappy ginger in the center of it all. “i’ve heard the saying ‘it’s my party i’ll cry if i want to’, but at this point i’m starting to think you might be about to take it to a more, uh, real? no, literal, yeah— literal sense.” briefly, while the blonde male spoke, the hand holding a beer gestured aimlessly in the air as he attempted to think up of the exact word he needed. “i mean.. if you need someone to help you have a better night..” suddenly, the corners of his lips began to twitch upward, a smirk finding it’s way to them in the process. “you know i’m your guy, right?”
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