@AmoralLothario ~~ to simply remind him of what he's missing.
A whisper comes. . "Thanks for the drink." before releasing my grip and pulling away.
I knew my way out, so I don't bother waiting for an escort.
You know... {So distraught in the misery of his own making, @AmoralLothario had no inclination I was even there; tucked back in a dark corner, sat in a high-back leather chair with a glass of scotch in hand.} ... I do believe there is trouble brewing at Hotel Salvatore.
@AmoralLothario ~~ My lips gravitating towards his own, though stop just short of touching them.
"And any chance of a relationship with him. . . would be dead and buried. . . along with his precious, Tessa."
Alas, feverish lips press against his for one brief moment of ecstasy ~~
@AmoralLothario "I mean, she fell up those stairs and out your bedroom window . . . with such force. . . "
I simply shake my head, capping the decanter.
"There was no surviving that."
@AmoralLothario ~~ I pause for a moment after lifting the top off the crystal decanter.
"And if you're referring to a certain petite, blonde, harlot. . . I'm afraid she won't be joining you.
She had a terrible accident. . . " feigning sorrow as I make a slow pour into my glass. ~~
@ScornedVVitch@KiIlerComplex@AmoralLothario ~~ "Don't let him get to you." I whisper softly, veering back over my shoulder, catching sight of Stefan lifting Damon back upright, wiping the food from his face before he wakes. Frustration written all over Stefan's features.
"He'll give in. . . eventually."
@ScornedVVitch@KiIlerComplex@AmoralLothario ~~ especially myself.
"Of course." I respond to Qetsiyah before excusing myself from the table to join her in the kitchen. My plate, only with a couple of bites taken, in tow. I place it beside hers before offering my hand out. ~~
@AmoralLothario@ScornedVVitch@KiIlerComplex "You'll have to excuse him. . . "
Intervening on the eldest Salvatore's behalf. Casting a glance in Damon's direction before my gaze once again finds the witch.
"He wasn't always this way."
@AmoralLothario@KiIlerComplex@ScornedVVitch ~~ festivities.
"Live my best life... or any life, for that matter.
I just need a minute to breathe."
I had no idea of the powers she harnessed, nor the extent of the damage they could do. That was a conversation for another time.
@AmoralLothario@KiIlerComplex@ScornedVVitch Of course, I can hear the Salvatore's whispering, probably still in a state of shock at how unexpectedly this night has unfolded.
"You know, for now... I could do with a really strong cloaking spell."
Petite shoulders providing a small shrug to this evenings ~~
@AmoralLothario@ScornedVVitch@KiIlerComplex ~~ immortal hybrid who's relentlessly tried to kill me for the last five hundred years."
I raise my glass, a smile now framing cherry red lips.
"Cheers."
@AmoralLothario@ScornedVVitch@KiIlerComplex ~~ Decisions. . . decisions.
And after a small sip of the vintage wine, I had made mine.
"I heard Stefan had gone and hitched himself to a 2000 year old witch. So, I figured I would come here, befriend her and in doing so... level the playing field with an ~~
@AmoralLothario@ScornedVVitch@KiIlerComplex ~~ covered already.
"Here you are. . . "
I hand Qetsiyah a glass of wine, having taking the liberties in the pour, seeing as she was a little preoccupied with her blood boiling and whatnot.
@AmoralLothario@ScornedVVitch@KiIlerComplex Damon's bad behavior was nothing new to Stefan and I, can't say the same for Qetsiyah, nor the look of disgust now covering her features.
For once, I wasn't the problem, and I had absolutely no desire to intervene on his behalf. Besides, something tells me the host has that ~~