Set Fire to the Rain (open)

[Lisbeth Wildes]

Coming out on the anniversary of her mother and aunts murder probably wasn't the best plan that Lisbeth had ever had, but she needed a drink, and she was fresh out at home. She didn't have time to go to the liquor store on the way home before the rain started pouring down, so she decided to just stop at the Grill and get a drink there before she went home. Though, of course a drink turned into many as she sat at the bar and ignored the world around her. She was on her fourth, or was it fifth, glass of bourbon when the door opened and a cold wind flew through the place. Lightning struck outside and the next thing they knew the whole place was plunged into darkness. There weren't many left at the Grill, but one girl managed to let out a scream that annoyed her and she sighed as she picked up her glass and headed to look out the window. The storm had really picked up and it looked like a tree branch had fallen on some power lines. She could probably use her power to fix  the situation but that was a good way to end up hanging from a tree or burning at the stake. She knew what her family had gone through in the past, and she wasn't about to be that stupid, even if she was drunk as hell. Each table held a little lantern with a candle in it, so it wasn't like there was zero light in the place. The waitress that was left for the night and the bartender went from table to table to get cash where they could and to write down credit cards where they couldn't get the peoples info so that people could get home. 

She still planned on drinking. She wasn't about to go out in that mess. No way in hell. When the bartender came over to her she held out a hundred dollar bill. " Give me the bottle and don't kick me out into the rain and this tip is yours. " she handed him another fifty, " The rest is for my bill." she raised her eyebrows at the guy trying to see what his answer was going to be, he took the fifty and came back with a fresh bottle of the bourbon, she handed him the hundred and as other people headed out of the bar she sat on the table by the window. The waitress glanced her way a few times but apprarantly decided she wasn't the type of person she wanted to mess with, so she left Lis alone. The bartender came back over, told her the waitress was leaving and that he would be in the office for awhile, but eventually she would need to leave. Nodding to him, she watched as the girl left and headed out into the storm leaving the door unlocked. They weren't going to lock up just yet, so at least Lis wouldn't be alone if the power came back on any time soon. The bartender headed to the office and she just leaned her head against the window watching the storm raging outside. She sipped her drink and checked the time on her phone, 1030 pm, not too late. Hearing the door open her eyes looked in that direction to see who else was dumb enough to be out in this mess. 

[Damon Salvatore]

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Damon Salvatore liked to think he had very few luxuries in his life - a stormy night was one of them. The sound of the rain was peaceful in a way, or at least drowning out the less kind voices in his head. In the rain, he could laze about and ponder the meaning of life - wait, no, that was Stefan. Damon was more the lazing-around, thinking-of-nothing sort of person, really.

Speaking of his brother, he needed to get out of the house for a little, lest the brooding and sulking and constant guilt-trip threatened to suffocate him. Damon should have known, coming back to town, but really, Stefan needed to just live a little. Nobody needed to be good all the time; Damon certainly wasn't, and look at him loving his life.

One thing Damon definitely liked to do on rainy nights was to drink. Where else was a dashing gentleman like himself supposed to go to a) get away from the house and b) lower his non-existing inhibitions? Why, Mystic Grill, of course! The place where everyone went because it was the only place there was anything interesting ever happening. And Damon was pretty sure that was because it was a place that sold alcohol.

Sauntering in with a smirk at the emptiness of the place, Damon's eyes zeroed in on one lonely female sitting nursing what seemed to be a whole bottle of bourbon. Definitely his kind of lady, but he wasn't feeling that brand tonight. He wanted something a little more... Helping himself, Damon traipsed around the bar and pondered the bottles on the shelf.

"And what's a pretty thing like you doing out all by your lonesome at this time of night?" he asked, half-turning as he poured himself a glass. His electric blue eyes sharpened as he had a better look of her face from this angle. Definitely his kind of lady. With a smirk, he placed the bottle back and made his way around to her side of the bar, leaning an elbow on the bartop as he settled himself into a stool. Holding out a hand with a lazy grin on his face, he said, "Damon Salvatore, at your pleasure and service."

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Lisbeth Wildes

[Lisbeth Wildes]

It had been quiet in the bar, just the sound of the rain slamming on the windows when the door opened and a tall, dark, and handsome distraction made his way into her line of sight. Interesting. It had been awhile since Lis had had much fun, and seeing something like that walk in the door, you couldn't exactly not look. Though she wasn't going to make it easy on him. She liked to play coy, hard to get, and well, she just liked to play period. Her eyes followed him as he made his way behind the bar, as if he owned the place and grabbed what he wanted. Her perfectly groomed eyebrows raised as he grabbed a bottle and a glass and proceeded to pour it like it was nothing. Definitely an interesting breed of man. When he spoke to her she answered her voice as smooth as silk, " Well considering I don't too much like the idea of trying to go home in that monsoon outside, and that I really wanted a drink, the lonely didn't really matter to me." she fixed her eyes on him as he came around the bar and sat on the stool.

Her eyes looked down at his hand then up to him as she took it in hers, " That's yet to be seen. " she teased and shook his hand. " Lisbeth Wildes, I am pretty sure I have seen you around before Damon Salvatore. Don't you have a brother that always looks like he is in a world of pain?" she laughed a little but she had seen the other guy with him before and heard the name Salvatore more than once. This town wasn't exactly a big one, and everyone seemed to know everyone else and their business. Though she had manged to keep a low profile over the years. 

" I could ask you the same thing though, what brings you out in that storm?" she gestured to the window as she refilled her glass and sipped the bourbon, looking at him over the rim of the glass. Those eyes, wow. They could peer right into your soul. She kept her walls up though, against any one who might try to get them down and take advantage of the lonely vet. She set the glass down and ran her finger slowly around the rim. " So do you just know the bartender that well and always take his booze or do you just always take what you want Mr. Salvatore?" she smiled a little at him and glanced towards the back office. " Though if you leave the door unlocked I think he kind of was asking for it to have a guy come in and steal his liquor with just me out here. Hell I could have cleaned him out myself but I figured I would want to drink here again." 

Her long blonde hair tickled her neck and she moved it to the side, a breeze was coming from somewhere, but maybe she was just imagining things. She tapped her fingers on the edge of her glass, " So what do you do for a living Damon? I can't say that I ever saw you doing anything job wise around her, but I've just seen you here drinking before or surronded by a group of girls." she grinned and sipped her drink again, " Not that thats a bad thing. As long as you mostly behave yourself, or just don't get caught. "