arrest : your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs with swarming police everywhere. - Bex
FULL DISCLOSURE: i read this ask as being for damon and posted it before i realized the error of my ways. i’m not reposting / rewriting though so please forgive me. FT @wrckhvck
he’s sitting at the curb, arms cuffed behind his back. the steel cuts into his wrists and he grimaces, yells in the direction of the closest officer. “ this is just one big misunderstanding. ” in a way, it is. the window had misunderstood that it shouldn’t break upon contact with the brick he’d thrown at it. unlike mystic falls, the police department in san francisco seemed more than happy to actually do their jobs and had shown up within minutes. officer smartass was quickly replacing matty blue eyes as his least favorite law enforcement officer.
he sees rebekah out of the corner of his eye, turns his head and beams. yes someone who can do something about his current predicament. “ well if it isn’t my favorite blonde haired original. ” he smirks, gives his hands a little shake to draw attention to the handcuffs. “ a little help would be nice. ”
“ and deny myself the joy of watching the great damon salvatore be read his rights? oh, i don’t know. ” she’s laughing as she approaches, eyes moving from his face to the smashed window behind him. “ let me guess. ” she hums. “ you decided ‘ last call ‘ was optional and tried to break your way into the bar ? seems just dramatic enough to be something you’d do. “
he scowls. “ no. ” he pulls a face. “ i left my keys inside. then, when i tried to go back in and get them, daria over there said no. ” he jerks his head towards one of the officers who was speaking to a dark haired girl with round glasses on. she did, in all fairness, resemble daria. the comparison, however, hadn’t done him any favors. “ i wasn’t planning on driving. i just needed my keys to get in the damn house. elena’s at caroline’s. ” he also couldn’t call her to get a spare key; that had already happened three times that week.
rebekah pauses before starting to laugh, prompting him to scowl which warranted more laughter. she holds up a hand, trying and failing to dim the smile. she’s enjoying his misery in the slightest. think of it as karmic justice for the days when he’d once said she would make a terrible human. “ right, well i suppose i should get you out of this. ” her gaze turns serious. “…but you’ll owe me for this. “ he nods, rolls his eyes. she beams. “ brilliant. you’ll be babysitting your godson every saturday night for the next month. ” she claps him on the shoulder as his visage shifts into a look of horror. his blunders are certainly her gain. she’s quick to snap a picture with her phone, sends it to elena with a string of emojis. she’ll help, but she’ll make him suffer too. that’s the makings of true friendship.
