A twenty-three mwaka old woman entered the Grill. She was wearing a sleeveless mid-dark blue blouse of which she left the three upper and lower buttons open so her belly button was seen, a black leather mini skirt, upindo and high heels. Her dark red hair was tied up loosely and she wore heavy makeup. She headed to the bar, very well aware of all the eyes on her back.
“I hear you’re looking for a new bartender” she alisema to the man behind the bar. He nodded. “You’re signing up?”
“I need a job” the woman said. “And I like to socialize. I like to talk. I’m a good listener”
“Do wewe have any experience in the hotel and catering industry?”
The woman placed her hands on the bar, pushed herself up and threw her legs over the bar, ending inayofuata to the bartender. She took six small glasses and quickly put them on the bar, orderly inayofuata to each other. She took a bottle of tequila, opened it and poured all six glasses in a row.
“Okay, can wewe start tonight?” the man asked.
“Absolutely”
“Good. Go home, change your clothes and get rid of whatever it is you’ve put on your face. I’m looking for a bartender, not a hooker” the man said. “What’s your name?”
“Veronica Chambers” the woman said. “But wewe can call me Ronnie”
“I hear you’re looking for a new bartender” she alisema to the man behind the bar. He nodded. “You’re signing up?”
“I need a job” the woman said. “And I like to socialize. I like to talk. I’m a good listener”
“Do wewe have any experience in the hotel and catering industry?”
The woman placed her hands on the bar, pushed herself up and threw her legs over the bar, ending inayofuata to the bartender. She took six small glasses and quickly put them on the bar, orderly inayofuata to each other. She took a bottle of tequila, opened it and poured all six glasses in a row.
“Okay, can wewe start tonight?” the man asked.
“Absolutely”
“Good. Go home, change your clothes and get rid of whatever it is you’ve put on your face. I’m looking for a bartender, not a hooker” the man said. “What’s your name?”
“Veronica Chambers” the woman said. “But wewe can call me Ronnie”
Ways to bug/pester/and annoy Klaus!
1.) Bug him about Mikeal.
2.) Call him, Nikki-poo, Nikki, au anything like that.
3.) (before he finds out why he can't make hybrids) pester him on why he can't make hybrids.
4.) make a bet with him that he can't drink as much blood as wewe can.
5.) Write a upendo note and say it's from Stefan.
6.) Tell him he needs to go into an insane asylum because he killed all of his family and brings their dead bodies with him.
7.) Tell him he should settle down with a nice wife, he's been around for over a 1000 years wewe would expect he settled down kwa now.
9.) Send him a letter saying it is Mikeal and that wewe are coming after him.
10.) Call him every five dakika (using *67 of course) and when he picks up, do heavy breathing in the phone then hang up.
11.) (this is only for the bravest people) Claim that wewe are not afraid of him because wewe have no reason to be because all he is is a mere hybrid.
1.) Bug him about Mikeal.
2.) Call him, Nikki-poo, Nikki, au anything like that.
3.) (before he finds out why he can't make hybrids) pester him on why he can't make hybrids.
4.) make a bet with him that he can't drink as much blood as wewe can.
5.) Write a upendo note and say it's from Stefan.
6.) Tell him he needs to go into an insane asylum because he killed all of his family and brings their dead bodies with him.
7.) Tell him he should settle down with a nice wife, he's been around for over a 1000 years wewe would expect he settled down kwa now.
9.) Send him a letter saying it is Mikeal and that wewe are coming after him.
10.) Call him every five dakika (using *67 of course) and when he picks up, do heavy breathing in the phone then hang up.
11.) (this is only for the bravest people) Claim that wewe are not afraid of him because wewe have no reason to be because all he is is a mere hybrid.
Drabble about Damon's thoughts at Alaric's party (The Struggle). This is my first drabble. I hope wewe like!
I was at the party to piss off my little brother.
Stefan wanted to fight me off, but Elena wouldn’t let.
They left.
Then I saw her.
That flirty redheaded I had saved at the library.
Bonnie. Her last name was Scottish au Irish. I couldn’t remember.
But I could remember her sweet voice, her childish braveness and her delicate neck.
"And have wewe ever heard that kissing a red-haired girl cures fever blisters?" I alisema in a low ironical voice.
And then I heard her outrageous, flattered laughter.
I want to kiss her, I thought.
Then I kissed her.
I was at the party to piss off my little brother.
Stefan wanted to fight me off, but Elena wouldn’t let.
They left.
Then I saw her.
That flirty redheaded I had saved at the library.
Bonnie. Her last name was Scottish au Irish. I couldn’t remember.
But I could remember her sweet voice, her childish braveness and her delicate neck.
"And have wewe ever heard that kissing a red-haired girl cures fever blisters?" I alisema in a low ironical voice.
And then I heard her outrageous, flattered laughter.
I want to kiss her, I thought.
Then I kissed her.
