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[untilmydarknessgoes]

[After Damon's back from his incessant whining and complaining magical adventures as a pony, Damon cracks open that journal.]

I was under the distinct impression this place was more like Saw less Little Shop of Horrors. Then again, you guys told me there weren't any fairies and look at what showed up just days later.

You guys really aren't trying very hard to build some trust here, are you?

Anyway, all I need to know - the alcohol been replenished yet?

[He could do with a stiff drink after that.]

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[luthored]

Someone else confessed.

[ She utters it in a hushed whisper, legs tucking more tightly underneath her as she pulls back. Any mirth is quickly evaporating. ]

I knew he would be free eventually, really. The Luthors always find ways. So I prepared for him to find me, so that I could kill him without worry. Nobody could convict a dead woman of murder.

But it was my mistake. I wasn't really prepared to do what needed to be done. Now I am, and I'm here and he's— [ Whoops that's her glass shattering in her grip. She barely flinched, really, not paying enough attention to control it. But she doesn't care. ] And he's there.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[Damon's attention is immediately on her glass. It's a little hard not to when one minute it's sitting pretty in her hand and the next it's exploded and shattered. He at least got the whole of her story before that distraction crops up, so he nods to her hand.]

Uh... Lana...?

[luthored]

[ Oh.

Whoops.

Only slightly sheepish, Lana dusts bits of glass off her hand, not even a scratch to speak of. But now there's ice and glass all over the counter and that's annoying, so she slides off to pick up the trash and sweep the mess into it. ]

Well, at least it wasn't your glass.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[Okay, if there had been some cuts, Damon probably wouldn't have bat an eye at this. But she just crushed a glass in her hand with nothing.]

You been working out?

[luthored]

More than usual? Not really.

[ She knows there's no real reason to lie about what's happened to her, but for some reason she's a bit reluctant. That may have to do with everyone back home turning on her (in her eyes) after being like this for less than a day.

But Damon will only know what she lets him know. He doesn't know anything about Clark, and that includes the weaknesses. She doesn't have to fear him, and she doesn't have to fear for him. It's a refreshing feeling. ]

Let's just say the playing field has been leveled a little. [ A lot... ]

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[...Damon's not sure how that works without getting turned. And Lana doesn't appear to be turned or she probably would have mentioned that or been trying to munch on half of the population here. He also isn't sure if he totally believes it's leveled at all even if she can crush a glass in her hand like it's no big deal.

He's gonna need more.]

Prove it.

[luthored]

[ Lana's expression is nothing short of amused as she leans against the other side of the counter, chin resting on her palm. ]

I don't need to prove anything to you.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Oh c'mon. [He smiles a little.] You don't even want to show off for me? I think you're wasting having my attention all night...

[luthored]

Why would I want to show off for you? I don't see you doing anything special for me.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

I'm here, aren't I?

[luthored]

[ Snorting a little, Lana straightens up and rolls her eyes. ]

And I'm supposed to be doing, what, back flips over the fact? What an ego, Mr. Salvatore.

I used to never have any say when you wanted to drop in on me.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[He shrugs.]

Even vampires change, Lana. Though not at your rate.

[luthored]

Fine. Do you want a friendly competition, or are you just going to dare me to do something like this is high school?

[untilmydarknessgoes]

You know, I was just going to challenge you to something, but now the idea of you running around the city naked without anyone really noticing sounding' like a pretty good idea.

[luthored]

[ Hahah wow, Damon, at least you succeeded in making her laugh. At the sheer ridiculousness! ]

I don't think so. But I can go home, change, and be back before you get the chance to take another drink.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Alright. Let's see it.

[He puts his hand on his glass.]

Ready?

[luthored]

Any outfit requests first?

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[He smiles.]

I got a feeling anything I request is going to get shot down.

[luthored]

[ In that case, she'll wait for the signal before zipping off. The small gust left behind barely gets the chance to settle before she's back like she never left, sporting jean shorts with a white, lacy camisole, not to mention a ridiculously giddy smile and disheveled hair. ]

I don't have to worry about getting cold, either.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[Damon lowered the glass as he swallowed. She was right. Beneath the surprise though, Damon was definitely curious as to how the hell this came about. He reaches over to move at least some of her hair back to where it should be.]

Welp, you've made a believer out of me. I'm gonna tell everyone to take their vitamins from now on.

[luthored]

[ Nose crinkling a bit as she wonders what he's thinking, she leans over on her arms again. ]

That's right. Lots of Vitamin D.

So what were your other plans tonight, anyway?

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Oh, essentially the same thing I'm doing right now. [A beat.] You know, minus the superhuman parts.

[luthored]

Makes everything more fun, doesn't it?

[untilmydarknessgoes]

It makes everything better. [He winks.]

[luthored]

[ At least she has the shame to blush, though barely, pulling away from the counter so she can start making herself another drink. It's just going to be a simple mocha this time, because meh alcohol. And remembering something that has absolutely nooothing to do with Damon. ]

You don't have to tell me that.