may old acquaintance be forgot

[eyething]

Who: Damon Salvatore, Peter Parker, Clementine + everyone
Where: a l l o v a h
When: a l l d e c e m b e r & j a n u a r y
Rating: PG-13ish. Maybe R.
Summary: Catch all for all my characters. If you'd like a surprise starter, find me on plurk at varymydays or PM a journal. :)
The Story:

Comments

[morethan084]

That sounds a lot better than this beer.

[She liked beer, but something stronger right now might not be a bad idea.]

I've had way worse than this. Might have to get on board with what you're having though. You got any more of those mugs?

[eyething]

Yeah, that looks like piss beer. [just sayin.] Yeah, I just keep an endless supply of reindeer mugs up my sleeve. ...It's Wonderland. Ask and you shall receive.

[Damon gestures in front of her where the reindeer mug has appeared seemingly out of thin air. It's already filled with the concoction too.]

[morethan084]

[How in the hell?! Daisy picked up the mug, as if it were the only way to tell if it was real or not. It was.]

How did you do that?

[eyething]

[Damon has two options here. He could tell the truth about Wonderland since it's all this place's abilities. Same as the closet, same as how people can make their own rooms or bars or whatever out of nothing by thinking it, by wanting it.

Or he could troll her. He shrugs in her direction.]

I'm magic.

[morethan084]

[Daisy's brow raises at his responses and speaks in a deadpan tone when she says:]

You're magic.

So, what? Like a wizard?

[eyething]

[Damon lets out a long suffering, dramatic sigh at the deadpan tone]

You're no fun.

You're in a literal magic mansion. It makes magic happen all the time, and really, wizard's the best you could come up with? There are those running around so I wouldn't act so disbelieving.

[morethan084]

[Picking up the mug, Daisy took a testing sip of it. Well, it was definitely strong. Especially compared to her beer.]

Okay so if you're not a wizard, then what are you?

[eyething]

Rude. What exactly makes you think I'm anything at all?

[Damon narrows his gaze at her, leaning against the bar.] I'm just a guy at a bar, drinking from a reindeer mug.

[morethan084]

Because you just said so yourself. That you're magic.

[She finds him amusing, if nothing else.]

This is way better than that beer, thank you.

[eyething]

I say a lot of things.

[And he mostly said he was magic to screw with her, which didn't work anyway.]

I'm always happy to judge poor drinking choices and suggest far better ones.

[morethan084]

Well you can't just tease me by saying you're magic and then not prove it. So.

[So put up or shut up.]