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[ He fills both glasses again, whiskey and scotch. ] Do with that what you will.

Well, you did promise me a place to crash, so I think I'll drink them.

_{[ He tossed back the shot, shaking his head a little as it went down, then tugged the scotch to him and sipped slower. ]}

So, now you know the terrible secret of my middle name.

[ He's about to check on the grilled cheese, but an attractive waitress brings it by from the kitchen, giving Damon a wink. ]

And neither of us died. [ Seriously. Not that big a secret. ]

Well, technically, I have - twice. But I get your point.

_{[ Whoops. He had said that aloud hadn't he? Looks like the shots and the scotch were finally kicking in. About time too.

He smiled at the waitress and said thank you before taking up his sandwich, biting into it and very pleased with the final product. Cheesy, tomato, even some basil. Classy. ]}

Something we have in common.

[ Because, why not. ]

Hitting the spot?

_{[ He pauses, giving Damon a narrow-eyed look. ]}

What do you mean we have that in common?

_{[ Nope, not letting that one slide. He wasn't that drunk yet, Damon. ]}

I've died twice. [ Nonchalance here. ]

_{[ Siiiiiiip. Yeah, a long sip, looking at him over the rim. He wasn't sure how to feel about that. Was he less special now? Not that that was something you wanted to make you feel special... ]}

Care to elaborate?

You first.

Hmm, first time was because of massive radiation poisoning. I died within minutes.

Second time was because of what amounted to a nuclear bomb on a mission in Luceti. Time or something got re-wound, so it was like it hadn't happened, but we remembered it.

_{[ Short and sweet, there you go Damon. ]}

Bet that fueled your therapy bills for weeks.

[ Huh, Kirk? He holds a hand up, sticking one and then two fingers out as he lists his deaths. ]

The first time came when the girl my brother and I both loved turned us into vampires. And the second time came when I got sucked into oblivion and spent four months in the year 1994. Same day, over and over. And then I made it back. [ Oh, did he say that? It really is about time. Kirk doesn't seem like the type to be yelling it to the rafters. Not really. ]

_{[ Therapy. Right. He hadn't got a single hour in of therapy since those things happened and more. And he wasn't going to consider it any time soon.

The scotch stops on it's way to his lips and he looks at Damon for a long moment. He liked to think he knew when the other was shitting with him, and he didn't think this was one of those times. The subject wasn't exactly one you joked around with, for all he was talking of it lightly. It was understood you didn't lie about things like that. ]}

Huh. I've met a vampire hunter before, but not a vampire. Guess she was telling the truth.

_{[ And really, once you've hung out with gods, super soldiers, and a lizard woman - a vampire is pretty mundane. ]}

The truth about hunting vampires? Probably. [ Maybe not the truth about them. They like to keep their little gifts to themselves. Not that his and Stefan's haven't been stripped. ] Here I thought you'd say, 'I knew it!' [ He makes a face, eyes going wide, mocking what Kirk might've said.

You're not nearly pale enough and there is no way you could pull off a fancy cape, though it does explain how you never want to hang out during the day.

_{[ He snorts a laugh at the face though. ]}

In the second district. [ With the artificial sun. ] And you'll never see me in a cape. [ Outside.... of the auction. ] Scared, now?

Show me fang, then we'll talk.

_{[ Smirking, there's a lot of smirking going on Damon. Not that he doesn't believe you, but come on - you're the least scary vampire next to some cute school girl with bouncy blonde curls. ]}

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[ He leans in. ] Bifrons has eyes everywhere.

Hmm, careful, last time you were this close and I had a few drinks in me, I kissed you, remember?

_{[ He reached up, placing a finger on Damon's forehead and pushing him back. ]}

And how far did that get you? [ But, he's not above the flirtation. The entire night has been riding that line. A lack of attention Damon's been getting from any member of any sex, downright encouraging Kirk at this point. But, he does get reminded that hey, it didn't work Kirk's first time around. ]

It got me a kiss.

_{[ He shrugged, smirking, but Damon had told him he wasn't interested like that, and he respected that once the line was drawn. Didn't mean he couldn't flirt a little, or tease, but he'd keep his lips to himself unless Damon said otherwise. ]}

Why, having a change of heart?

_{[ A brow arched, teasing him. He took another bite of his sandwich, because it was a shame to let good toast and cheese go to waste. ]}

Yes, as a matter of fact. They tampered with more than just my array of powers. They switched off my heterosexuality, those monsters! [ No, Kirk. No change of heart. ] So, is that what gets you going? Tall, dark and bad influencing men of all species? [ He seems to have forgotten Kirk's flirting with the stylists, but he's only ever bared witness to Kirk and men. Including himself. ]

_{[ Eh, worth checking, not that he had expected one. Another bite of his sandwich, no feelings hurt. ]}

Yeah, or women - though I'm partial to color green in them. Like I told you, I don't discriminate. It's about the good time, not about the parts.

Why green? [ Seriously. ]

They're fun. The Orion, they're called.

Their race, you mean.

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