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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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[untilmydarknessgoes]

[Well, that earns a frown.]

Wow, think worse of me, why don't you? [He rolls his eyes.] It's because I could care less what you do with your newfound little powers, Lana. My world? Doesn't revolve around you.

[luthored]

[ That gets a frown right back, maybe more of an offended pout, as she stiffens up. ]

I didn't mean it like that. Maybe you don't care about my powers, but I do.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Well then how did you mean it? Enlighten me.

[luthored]

I don't need to help you with anything, Damon. I want to. I wanted to before, but there was never anything I could do. Now I feel like I can do more than ever before, than anyone else, and I haven't even had the chance to celebrate it.

So maybe you should just celebrate with me and stop looking for insults where there are none. You don't need to constantly rub in how little you care about me.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[Well, it looks like powers come with a spine. Who knew? Whatever, roll with it.]

Wow...

[He downs the rest of his drink.]

[luthored]

[ So now she'll smile again, albeit hesitantly, and go to refill his drinks. Lana doesn't really want to scare him away with her temper, so she's trying to keep a check on it. ]

How has Katherine been, anyway? Still channeling the 19th century?