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Damon was more than happy to acquiesce, kissing his girlfriend and winding his arms around her waist.  “Dinner?  You can tell me how things have been since I left…”  He was sure she’d finished a few jobs just as he had; a hand lifted to her jaw, turning her head just the slightest so he could kiss along her other cheek. 

    ❝ you’ve been roped into this too, huh? ❞

    ❝ sorry for the theatrics. i hope you’re not put off your food. ❞

❝ Swat me on the nose and you’ll regret it. Trust me. ❞ Hopping off her barstool, Primrose follows after Damon, finishing off the first brownie and reaching for another. ❝ After accidentally making someone jump off the Empire State Building — not really. ❞

                                 The body hits the ground hard, still wearing it’s pain and shock like a damn party mask. There all of a moment before it’s dramatically and completely dust, “Night’s usually the time they come out, yeah.”

She smiles a bit, the expression almost smug, ❝ See. Don’t you feel so much freer now for getting that off your chest? ❞ Primrose’s smile becomes more sincere at his understanding, both surprised and…not by that. ❝ Exactly! And with dance there’s more than just learning steps and moving with rhythm, you know. You’re finding a medium of expression and that’s just…so worth it all. ❞ She reaches out a hand for him to shake, originally wanting to go for a hug ( she was naturally affectionate ), but decided against it, ❝ Primrose. So, Jacob, how much longer do I have to wait until you ask for my number? ❞

“I think that’s fair, any special requests?”  

“I missed you, you know I hate when work keeps me away.” 

    ❝ You break it, you buy it. ❞

“ah… rude? didn’t anyone ever teach you not to interrupt someone, rogers?”

    ❝ You ever gonna get to the point, pal? ❞

    ❝ Well, you’re a sight for sore eyes. You gonna stand there all evening, or get over here? ❞

   “It honestly depends on the day.” WORDS ARE TEASING ; piercing blue orbs sweeping over her features for a few moments. “I take it it’s not working tonight.”

    ❝ either you’re someone very important, or those guys over there are plotting who’s going to come and hit on you. ❞

     the answer to that question depends on how much damage she thinks damon deserves. and where they point of no return is. to a certain extent, all she risks is a glare, a lecture, and the vein in his neck popping threateningly. too much, and things might get ugly.  ❝ he’s disgustingly rich,  ❞  which is true. the salvatores have been amassing wealth since before the civil war. they’re old money.  ❝ a couple thousand won’t hurt. ❞ besides. he’s marrying her best friend. she’s letting him marry her best friend. he owes her. downing the rest of her drink, caroline stands, grinning at her new friend.  ❝ by all means then, ❞  her arm stretches towards the door as an invitation,  ❝ lead the way m’lady. ❞