The bartender is in [OTA]
Damon had discovered that he actually enjoyed bartending. Well, he enjoyed it as much as he'd enjoy anything where he actually had to work. Guiseppe, Conte di Salvatore was probably rolling in his grave somewhere at the idea of his eldest son and heir actually putting in a day's work at anything other than hawking or wenching, but, really, Damon figured bartending was as close to not-work of work as he could get. He poured and mixed drinks, flirted with the customers, scoped out potential dinner prospects, and got to listen to music. Since he was shamelessly good at the flirting and able to mix drinks and do fun tricks with the bottles using his enhanced reflexes, he made it fun for everyone, made good money in tips, and had no problems at all with his own hunting.
Really, it was more like playing than working. If anyone started getting bitchy with him, he was capable of dealing with it. If a flash of fang didn't work, smacking a whammy on them usually did, and Damon went on about his day.
Ethical? Probably not. But he figured no one got hurt that way, because playing "let's annoy the vampire" usually ended with throats ripped out, and it was better to avoid that all around.
He was working the early shift at P3 today, which was calmer, especially given the snowy weather. Calm enough, in fact, that he was bored. Damon was perched up on the bar, heels drumming the side in time with the music, and spinning a bottle on his fingertip, seeing if he could keep it going the way some people might do a basketball and thinking about Elena and Stefan and Bonnie and Giselle and feeling all around pretty pleased with himself, save for the impending sense of boredom.
Bored vampires really weren't a good thing, especially bored Damon. He needed someone to play with--i.e. a customer--stat.
Really, it was more like playing than working. If anyone started getting bitchy with him, he was capable of dealing with it. If a flash of fang didn't work, smacking a whammy on them usually did, and Damon went on about his day.
Ethical? Probably not. But he figured no one got hurt that way, because playing "let's annoy the vampire" usually ended with throats ripped out, and it was better to avoid that all around.
He was working the early shift at P3 today, which was calmer, especially given the snowy weather. Calm enough, in fact, that he was bored. Damon was perched up on the bar, heels drumming the side in time with the music, and spinning a bottle on his fingertip, seeing if he could keep it going the way some people might do a basketball and thinking about Elena and Stefan and Bonnie and Giselle and feeling all around pretty pleased with himself, save for the impending sense of boredom.
Bored vampires really weren't a good thing, especially bored Damon. He needed someone to play with--i.e. a customer--stat.