mystic falls woods, ext. cut to : a girl, drink in hand, smile ‘pon pink - painted lips, and already the slightest bit tipsy. the typically sleepy forest was abuzz with students enjoying their last hurrah before school really kicked in, a scene filled with music blasting from bluetooth speakers and lit by the bonfire in the center of the clearing. ( hear: the crack of a flame, the snap of a twig, the hoots of a kegger, the giggle of a blonde ) her free hand waves in greeting at some friendly faces before caroline takes a generous swig from the ever - typical red cup clutched in her hand and turns toward the fire. blue irises proceed to dance over the congregation with purpose, returning to the task at hand that had left her by herself in the first place god, where were elena and bonnie ? elena promised she would be there. after all, what better way to shake off her funk and get back into the swing of things than a party ? at the sight of a familiar face, caroline brightens, long fingers wrapping around the wrist of the passerby before she links her arm with their’s. ❝ you ! come with me, we’re getting another drink. ❞












