[So the little witch does like to party ... even if she's not letting herself. The things you learn about people when you're not arguing about Caroline or killing people to protect Elena or magic or ... all the other things they argue about. Although Bonnie doesn't argue so much as avoid and Stare Disapprovingly, like she's the only actual adult in their whole group of ... people bound together by attachments so complex, it makes the alliances that led to World War I look simple.
Anyway. He doesn't know why he's filing that information away. There's a long list of women Damon can use to forget his problems and Bonnie is very much not on it. The women he gets involved with invariably betray him or just end up dead, and Elena would never forgive him if something happened to her favorite witch. Wait, no, best friend ... Elena isn't like Katherine, who played the good friend when it was convenient but really just wanted to use them. Elena genuinely cares about her friends, even when it seems she's forgotten about them.
Thankfully she starts talking and gives him something to focus on other than the mad swirl of his thoughts. He practically cuts off the end of her sentence.]
BOR-ING! [Glugs, then passes the bottle back to her.] Come on, gimme something with a little juice. This isn't the Babysitter's Club. [He sighs dramatically and throws himself on the sofa.] But fine, if you must. [gesturing for her to take a seat] Tell me about your "friendship problem".
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Date: 2016-03-24 07:17 pm (UTC)Anyway. He doesn't know why he's filing that information away. There's a long list of women Damon can use to forget his problems and Bonnie is very much not on it. The women he gets involved with invariably betray him or just end up dead, and Elena would never forgive him if something happened to her favorite witch. Wait, no, best friend ... Elena isn't like Katherine, who played the good friend when it was convenient but really just wanted to use them. Elena genuinely cares about her friends, even when it seems she's forgotten about them.
Thankfully she starts talking and gives him something to focus on other than the mad swirl of his thoughts. He practically cuts off the end of her sentence.]
BOR-ING! [Glugs, then passes the bottle back to her.] Come on, gimme something with a little juice. This isn't the Babysitter's Club. [He sighs dramatically and throws himself on the sofa.] But fine, if you must. [gesturing for her to take a seat] Tell me about your "friendship problem".