Neither Here Nor There

Damien had wanted to get out for a bit. As much as he loved his seethe and Stefan's, he just needed a change of scenery. But he'd been persuaded to at least go somewhere considered safe. So he found himself sitting on the roof of The Barrel Pub, eating an ice lolly and reading Call Me By Your Name which he'd stolen from Dain. "You know, I will never look at peaches the same way after this," he commented as he heard someone else come out onto the roof.

Cedric tilted his head to take in the book in the vampire’s hands. At that, he cracked a smile. “Perhaps I ought to be glad you’re holding a lolly rather than a peach in this moment then, hmm?”

"Are you spying on me?" he asked with a note of light teasing.

Cedric looked up from his spot on the grass, quill still in hand. “Ought I to be?”

"I think it is the most beautiful time of the day," she said of the sunset.

“I do have a fondness for dawn as well, although I’m rarely awake at such times to appreciate it.”

“I, for one, thought it was quite amusing.”

"I suppose it was a little bit,"

“But enough about my follies. Surely you have better stories of your own, no?”

“I, for one, thought it was quite amusing.”

"Yeah, absolutely bloody hilarious," but after a moment he did give in and laugh.

“As usual, I’m right,” he noted with a smile, raising his glass to Branson.

“I, for one, thought it was quite amusing.”

"It wasn't my fault..." Dax whined, shaking his fists. "He pushed into me and Jax lost it and skewered him...then Max decided he needed to be properly emasculated so he cut off his...you know."

“Awful luck for the poor devil,” Cedric replied more sombrely before breaking into another fit of laughter.

“I, for one, thought it was quite amusing.”

"You find the most obscure things to be amused by. I..." He took a sip of his drink. "Enjoy the simpler things."

“I simply find humor in anything that I can. Much better way to live life, I assure you.”

“I, for one, thought it was quite amusing.”

"You would..." Jax muttered dryly. "Can't have a party without bloodshed...or so you say."

Cedric tsked faintly. “Not the bloodshed I was referring to. The battle in question was the one waged between our host and the guest of honour. Now that… terribly funny.”

"One beer as promised,"

"Heavens. I didn't expect you to take me seriously."