( rafa has entirely too many friends. damon's always preferred a small group of close friends to a large pool of fair weather ones, but he'd never really noticed how annoying a large group of acquaintances can be — elena and stefan's social circles were tiny, due to all the secrets they kept, so even if damon was never the fondest of witchy or werewolf or quarterback, at least they were the only ones he had to think about. rafa must have dozens of friends, all of whom he wants to throw at damon to see who sticks. it's exhausting.
thankfully, that's not what's happening right now. the photographer is a friend of rafa's (who isn't?), but he at the mystic in an official capacity, not to try to worm his way into damon's life, which is much appreciated. the photographer (alex? aaron? ansel?) does his thing while damon focuses on his own, and it's almost like being alone, save for the snap of a shutter. it's nice.
when he looks up, though, hansel is sitting in ric's seat, and that just won't do. )
Hey. That seat's taken, ( he calls across the bar, not moving from his throne, but the glare on his face is unmistakable. )
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thankfully, that's not what's happening right now. the photographer is a friend of rafa's (who isn't?), but he at the mystic in an official capacity, not to try to worm his way into damon's life, which is much appreciated. the photographer (alex? aaron? ansel?) does his thing while damon focuses on his own, and it's almost like being alone, save for the snap of a shutter. it's nice.
when he looks up, though, hansel is sitting in ric's seat, and that just won't do. )
Hey. That seat's taken, ( he calls across the bar, not moving from his throne, but the glare on his face is unmistakable. )