our hair is perfect while we're all getting shitwrecked it's automatic honeyallthefuneverMay 8 2011, 11:55:22 UTC
[ until stefan pulls his head out of his ass and stops fucking around with their bitch of a maker, his porsche is officially spoils of war. lexi took his car back home with her, the bitch, and damon refuses to ride the damn trams everywhere. so while the porsche isn't his baby, it's a nice enough car in the interim.
today's agenda: parking in the middle of a street in wilde and stripping off his shirt to lay on the hood and tan. the day is warm enough that no one will question why he can stand the cold, and he needs to get out of the house. elena and jenna are... well. it's complicated. a day away from everyone from mystic falls and spinning some extras off course seems just the thing.
taking a sip from his (very, very pricey) bottle of scotch, damon slides his sunglasses up his nose and then reclines on the hood, stretching out. it's hardly mykonos, but it'll do. ]
our hair is perfect while we're all getting shitwrecked it's automatic honeylikealexanderMay 8 2011, 16:24:07 UTC
[Adrian has a month's worth of credits burning a hole in his pocket (figuratively), and the intention to spend them well, if not wisely. Yes, he could use the hatches, but you can't get the kind of perfect fit that hand-tailored clothes provide. Besides, hatching has a mail-order feel to it, and Adrian Veidt does not do mail order.
His plans are waylaid by the sight of a familiar figure laid out on the hood of a car like some kind of obscene offering, and with a little smile he silently thanks whichever gods are in charge of things like this for brightening his day.]
Such a shame our little city lacks a proper beach. [He's standing just off to the side, dressed in the maroon shirt and brown pants that he's decided are the closest thing Dan owns to acceptable, hands in his trouser pockets.]
our hair is perfect while we're all getting shitwrecked it's automatic honeylikealexanderMay 22 2011, 20:14:56 UTC
You seem to be making do just fine.
I think you can see the answer to that for yourself. [It's not because he can't, it's because he hasn't tried yet. Please note this important distinction.]
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today's agenda: parking in the middle of a street in wilde and stripping off his shirt to lay on the hood and tan. the day is warm enough that no one will question why he can stand the cold, and he needs to get out of the house. elena and jenna are... well. it's complicated. a day away from everyone from mystic falls and spinning some extras off course seems just the thing.
taking a sip from his (very, very pricey) bottle of scotch, damon slides his sunglasses up his nose and then reclines on the hood, stretching out. it's hardly mykonos, but it'll do. ]
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His plans are waylaid by the sight of a familiar figure laid out on the hood of a car like some kind of obscene offering, and with a little smile he silently thanks whichever gods are in charge of things like this for brightening his day.]
Such a shame our little city lacks a proper beach. [He's standing just off to the side, dressed in the maroon shirt and brown pants that he's decided are the closest thing Dan owns to acceptable, hands in his trouser pockets.]
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They told me we used to, but it's been gone for a while. You found your way out yet?
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I think you can see the answer to that for yourself. [It's not because he can't, it's because he hasn't tried yet. Please note this important distinction.]
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