@taracalds
meticulous as damon is about every other thing in his life, there is nothing he manages to keep less organized in his head than the people with whom he’s currently supposed to be sleeping. it doesn’t matter much, though--he’s aware in some vague, uninterested way that his whims likely affect the people he’s stringing along, but he’s never found the inner capacity to care enough to stop. especially when none of them have ever really given him a consequence for it, or at least not one that made an impact. it’s upon actually seeing tara at the benefit that he realizes it’s been at least a week since the last time he had her over and more than anything else, it merely leaves him feeling curious about his own subconscious decision-making. “what are you going to do, tara,” damon begins in lieu of a real greeting, sidling up to her as if they’d already been mid-conversation, “if your blind date ends up being that guy?” he lifts his index finger off his glass of whiskey to point at a man standing a few yards away, balding severely and with a mustache that hides most of his mouth. “you go one little week without me and suddenly you’re riding mustaches for charity?” he shakes his head, affecting an expression of disappointment. “pathetic is the first word that comes to mind but desperate is a close second.”