paradisa | THE FOURTEENTH BODY

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damon salvatore

THE FOURTEENTH BODY | (dictated)

Consider this your heads up. March 31st, I'm throwing a party. Lana's restaurant -- you know the one. In town, kind of a quaint little Italian joint? Show up if you want. There'll be drinks, a bonfire -- ooh, maybe cake. It'll be great. Be there or be ... well, lame for starters.

Wes, you're not on the guest list. [ Y e p. Marvel at Damon's maturity. ] Everyone else? Party at will. Starts at 8.

[ stefan salvatore ]

We've got ourselves a doppelganger. And I don't mean that frisky girlfriend of yours.

[ ooc; I'll be putting up a log for the party on the 31st! Anyone who feels like having their character come is free to, you don't need CR with Damon or Lana. ]

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Sounds like Wes. Bails on you, then he forgets you even happened. What a guy.

[She takes a sip of the drink and smirks.]

Oh, back home he'll remember me. [Wait. She should feel regret about that whole mess, but the thing is that not having him hassling her, not having him actually ticked at her for it -- it's odd. It's slightly freeing.]

Here, the castle just yanked me out of his head. Not that it can yank him away from trying to be a friend to me here.

... Yeah. I did actually catch that, Faith. But thanks for the clarification. Good to know. [ He's rolling his eyes. Look, he loves you, gurl, but sometimes you are not the sharpest tool in the shed. ]

[Well, she was going more for a streak of pride in the work she did in their last encounter. She'd like to skip over the scene in the alley with the tears and sobbing for her death. Rewinding back to where she's about to set fire to the sweater...]

Whatever. [She'll shrug and take another swallow of the drink.] Last I saw Wes back home he was tied to a chair, trying to tell me what a piece of shit I was. [She'd tried to talk to him when she got back from her visit, but things weren't exactly working for her at the time.]