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[consumes]

[damon is not in the best emotional state, but he really hasn't been in decades. the event that happened this morning may have something to do with his being particularly worse at the moment. or everything to do with it. his own endless self sabotaging and the betrayal in elena's eyes, and it's been decades, but he can damage the hell out of something in no time flat, can't he? he is incredibly talented at damage and destruction

especially of himself. he is drunk already trying to numb the-- how it feels, and it feels like hell. he's been lonely and utterly destroyed for a long time, and it's no less than he deserves. and now here he is again, standing in the ruins of another mess he's made, destroying what means most to him.]

Who wants to get drunk and/or have sex?

Party in the club in the lower decks! And everyone's invited. ;)

Also, sorry about the mess on the top deck. All me. You can hit me for it if you want to, but be warned, I bite.

Comments

[outgunned]

[ not that mary jane is usually averse to the idea of a party - she is a party girl extraordinaire, after all. but she isn't looking for either of those things, and more over, she has surveyed the mess that has been left in the wake of damon and ethan's little squabble. ]

Shouldn't you be more concerned with cleaning up the mess you made? I tan there in the mornings.

[ seriously, damon. you ruined her favorite lawn chair. ]

[consumes]

[oh, mary jane. damon remembers you from the whole incident where he was trolling double e. :') he's wondering if he can't convince her to party or have sex instead, because she's hot. DAMON NO]

I'm seriously very confused here. Why exactly is that my concern?

[he doesn't get it, okay? ]

[outgunned]

Because you broke it, Damon.

[ !!!!!! ]

[consumes]

Still not understanding how that makes it my problem now, but it's cute of you to try.

;)

[outgunned]

Oooh, forget it!!!!

[ you are the most impossible man, and she will miss her lawn chair. x( ]

[enjoythe_ride]

[And instead of bothering to respond over the journal, Bela's just going to saunter her way over and hope that this Damon is her Damon. She stops just on the edge of the deck, watching him for a moment, before deciding to just go with it and see what happens.]

Nice to see some things never change.

[consumes]

[damon is seated at the bar... well, on top of the bar, legs hanging off the side with a drink in his hand when he hears her voice. his gaze narrows for a second like he's not quite sure if he's actually hearing what he's hearing, and then he breathes in sharp at the sight of her (speaking of people he never thought he'd see again even if she didn't die. the world ended, and well. it's been decades for him). but she was his friend (and he can count all of those on one hand, and he cared about her) and they worked together and... did more than that together too, he meets her gaze, swallows the emotion like always, and smirks somehow.]

The drinking or the sex part, Bela?

[both, damon.]

[enjoythe_ride]

[Yep. It's definitely both. She doesn't say as much, though, just gives him one of those knowing looks, before she makes her way closer. He recognizes her. That's a good start. She pushes up on one of to the bar stools next to him, reaching over to steal his drink.]

It's been a while.

[consumes]

[damon's gaze narrows further at her when she steals his drink though it's in mock indignation at losing his drink. he reaches back behind the bar for the full bottle this time, because fuckit. he leans in close with that smirk of his, nudging her with his elbow.]

You miss me? [he takes a long, long drink from the bottle, and he imagines it wasn't nearly as long for her, no, because she looks the same as when he last saw her. no, it was him that was ripped away for decades with not a single sign of what he'd built in that city that's now swallowed up by a thousand rifts.] How long?

[enjoythe_ride]

[She hums a bit in agreement before taking a sip of the drink, wincing only slightly with how strong it is, but she doesn't gag. At least there's that.]

Six months or so? It's hard to keep track when there isn't always an accurate calendar.

[temelechus]

[ there are ghosts on this ship, damon. you would do well enough to remember that. ]

Tsk. [ josef almost sounds amused as he appears from across the bar, serving drinks as though there is absolutely nothing wrong in the world. ] You could've given me a heads up. I would've liked a front row seat.

[consumes]

[there are ghosts on this ship. he just ran into one on the top decks, but he never-- he never expected to see one of the only friends he has ever had, one of the only people he has ever trusted who died a horrific death on the sidewalks, gunned down by the society that damon never got the opportunity to get revenge on for (to protect elena from them). the world ended before he could.

he's already drunk, having more emotions than he wants to admit to so the sound of the voice has him standing up so quickly he nearly falls out of his seat entirely, taking in a sharp breath, head tilted to the side as he swallows. the words that josef says as casually as he does after he saw his mangled, dead body on the sidewalk filled with bullet holes and blood on the sidewalk makes him want to punch him a little bit or a lot. his hand is already a fist even if that's not how you respond to your friend, to one of the only friends you've ever had, but instead he's at a complete loss for words for once (and he takes in a sharp breath and out again as he takes a step back and then freezes there, fist shaking at his side like he half expects josef to just disappear or maybe he's hallucinating, maybe there is something more in that alcohol).]

...You're dead. [dead people aren't supposed to come back. he doesn't know what to do with all of these emotions that exploded into him decades and decades ago that were swallowed up and buried deep. that he never dealt with because damon doesn't deal with anything.]

[temelechus]

[ you're not the only one that doesn't deal well, damon. at least not like an emotionally healthy person would. then again, dying does give people a certain kind of perspective. all the same, he isn't going to inflict on either of them a tearful, emotion-laden reunion. or would that be to damon's preference? josef thought he might appreciate the nonchalance, considering the alternative. he lifts a brow at damon's rather obvious statement; damn if it isn't good to see him. ]

I'm aware. [ the answer isn't riddled with bitterness, as it might've been once upon a time. in the end, he really did make his peace with things - as much as one can make peace with death considering the circumstances. ] It just doesn't seem to make a difference here. [ dead, alive, the in-betweens - they all get lumped together on the ship. ]

You want another drink or not? [ don't tell him you never once missed josef's specialty drinks, damon. ]

[consumes]

[it's one of the things they have in common. they are not emotionally healthy people, and no, he wouldn't prefer the tearful, emotion-laden reunion. he prefers that wanting to hit him even though that emotion is very unfair. he appreciates the nonchalance even if he is utterly failing at it in his drunken state and complete shock at seeing him again.

damon is still standing where he is, frozen there, and staring at him with the strength of a lot of emotions dug up from the past that he'd buried in his chest decades ago when he ended up in a terrible place by himself. and he swallows, shaking his head. it's damn good to see josef again too despite what he says next.]

What I want is to punch you. [long, long pause as he lets out a breath with an almost smirk.] And another drink.

[convents]

[ it's that same, loopy handwriting again. the penmanship tethered to that apple. ]

Little promiscuous for a voyage of all ages, don't you think?

[consumes]

[what beautiful handwriting you have, angel. not that damon thinks of handwriting as being beautiful, but look it's true.]

Is that a rhetorical question, Webster? I'm not planning on corrupting the youth if that's what you're worried about.

[convents]

[ he does, it's true. beautiful handwriting penned in a way that the passage of time had humanity steering away from by the time damon was born. ]

It's more the biting and less the corruption that I'm worried about, Merriam, though I'd rather the corruption not be involved at all.

[consumes]

It'd be a gentle biting. [no, no it wouldn't be.]

But no one's tried to punch me yet. [and even if they did for all his reckless talk here practically giving away what he is, he wouldn't bite someone for punching him. he'd just punch them back.] Still thanks for the deep concern.

[serbian]

om nom nom

[consumes]

Are you saying that because you want me to bite you or because you're trying to bite me? [jkrle;a damon. he's really drunk.]

[serbian]

Neither.

[ troll in the dungeon is more like it. damon's wasted and nikola's bored. this is clearly the best combination. ]

[consumes]

So just having fun?

[oh, lawd. the very, very best combination.]

What if I blasted some David Bowie over the PA system. Would that entertain you? [he's joking.]

[watchthemfall]

Alcohol and sex?

A very tempting offer, lar.

[consumes]

Both.

Alcohol and sex. Best kind of party. ;)

[locked to damon]

[eluding]

[ooc: i know THIS IS WEIRD my own chars writing comments to my own chars, but whatever he would have done this so shhh everyone.]

I understand that you want to self destruct right now, Damon, but I'm not going to be a part of that anymore.

I'm sorry I almost threw you off of the ship even if I think that is probably what you wanted me to do.

Whatever is going on, can you talk to Elena about it? I mean talk to her and not be an asshole. If you're going to be an asshole, you can forget it, and I will physically remove you from her presence without attacking you. She cares about you. You two were close before in Chicago. I know that, and I would hate to see her have to lose anyone else. We don't ever have to like each other.

Just don't do this. You said you love her and I know you do so try to figure this out in a way that doesn't turn you into someone else she has to lose.