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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.

Yup - got it in one. They're humanoid, but their skin is green.

How -- [ Well, you know, he waves his hand. He refills what's left of Jim's drink, even if he hadn't finished it, topping himself off. ] With it being just me and you, I might have to close down early.

How what?

_{[ He finished off his sandwich, licking his lips and pushing the plate
away, taking his newly topped off drink and holding it up in thanks. ]}

Fair enough. Thanks, for this.

[ His mind was going to go Star Trek. But, admittedly, it fritzes. Can't have people fourth walling the masses. ] Science fiction show. [ But, he waved it away. ]

Everyone needs their outlet. [ Damon's is carnage. Sex. Alcohol. Kirk's is grilled cheese. ]

Hmm, you mean Stark Trek - the show supposedly based on my life? Or, well, the life of my self in another time-line.

_{[ Surprise, Damon, he knew. That cherry had gotten popped awhile ago
back in Luceti. ]}

This is one. Maybe not the most productive, but I wasn't getting anywhere just pacing in my studio, admittedly.

_{[ And it had been worth the grilled cheese, though sex would be nice
too. He liked sex, a lot. It was... there was a lot to it for him. Not
relationship wise, but he had reasons. Barring that, a good run, or a long
ride on his bike. For now the grilled cheese was doing it. ]}

I do. People've mentioned it? [ He knew your middle name. Let's be honest. He also knows just how many female aliens he's bedded. Not because Damon watched, but because pop culture was like that. It's well known where he's from. ]

Pacing. Arguing with whomever picked up your latest tirade. Better for all you stuck with the grilled cheese.

Hmm, in Luceti they did. It was weird, at first, but most of what they talked about wasn't me. It was the other me, in another time-line, the one Old Spock came from, or split off, whatever you want to call it. I'm to drunk to explain time malfunctions.

_{[ He waved his hand and tossed back the last of his drink. ]}

The company wasn't half bad either.

You're talking to a guy who traveled to a prison dimension set on one day in the year 1994. Who's, admittedly, not as drunk as you. But, we've also traveled here. Which resembles some semblance of what the future might look like one day.

[ So, suck it up. ]

Wasn't? I thought I had a couch with your name on it? Leaving me already? It won't take long to clean up and close down. Unless you have somewhere better to be.

I sincerely hope not.

_{[ He hates time-travel, okay? ]}

Oh, you were serious about that? Well, thanks. Yeah. A cab out to the second district would cost a fortune anyways.

At this hour? [ Duh. ] Can you entertain yourself for the next half hour or should I put on this universe's version of late night TV?

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