#* alexia branson.

" how could i forget ? " lexi quipped back easily , sitting back on the couch with ease , long hair being slung over her shoulder as she did so . " the raves in the museums , or the ones in crypts ? that time with siouxsie sioux ? man , we knew how to make an ambiance . " the blonde laughed , light and easy-going , then leaned forward , elbows on her knees propping her up . " why , feeling nostalgic ? " a bit of a challenge in her voice , in her eyes . " we can go , pick up where we left off , you know . " lexi was always just waiting for the moment stefan would say yes , fuck this , let's go -- and they'd be off anywhere and everywhere again , exploring the B - SIDE of every damn place . / @nighthcwling : the art of domesticity .

/ " so , you mean to tell me this has nothing to do with -- all that noise ? " lexi was clearly skeptical , this whole unspoken journey down memory lane was very much like stefan , but she never liked beating around the bush . as she leaned back against the desk chair , her legs lifted onto the wooden desk , feet resting one atop of the other . " because that looks a lot like emotional damage . "

/ " c'mon , " lexi nodded the other's way , the shot glass gliding over the wooden bar counter smoothly , two fingers grabbing her own as she necked it . " my treat . you look like you could use a pick - me - up . "