The Fallout

Damon

I understand why Misha ran after Ana. I hope she is ready for the fallout. I'll just stay at the table and use my ability to know what's going on once they find Justin being himself. Yeah, I like women, don't get me wrong, but if I want an easy fuck I will go find a succubus. I don't use humans or those who think that they are human. Once I am King, I will put an end to this. There are plenty of supernaturals who are always ready, willing, and able.

Misha

What the hell am I doing chasing after Ana? Yeah, Justin is hot and quite charming, but there's always this nagging voice in the back of my head when it comes to him. ‘If it seems too good to be true, it probably is,’ I continually have told myself that after what happened with Jack, my ex. That thought is on a loop when I am around Justin so there has to be a reason for it. Indeed, Ana has never liked him. She'd always comment how plastic he seemed and that I could do better. Then, tonight, Ana shows up with Damon. She's all giggles and smiles, like a giddy teenager. I've never seen her like this since I've known her. I'm pretty sure she's trying to find me a date she likes. Damon...yeah. Damn, he's fine. He seems intelligent and perceptive too. Also, when we shook hands, there was this current that floored me. What in bloody hell was that?

I’d caught up to Ana just as the lock clicked. She shoves it open. “Oh, fuck no!” I yell as I see the waitress bent over the sink staring at her reflection as Justin fucks her from behind. I did want to have a date this Christmas, but fuck it. Nothing is worth going through this humiliation.

“We are so through, you cheating prick. Lose my number!” I screamed as I stormed out. I'm so frustrated and angry that I could cry.

From behind me, I hear Ana say, “You come near Misha and I'll end you!” I went to the bar and had the bartender line up three tequila shots. I'm on the second one when Ana comes over. “I'll join you. No one should drink alone.”

We down our three each and get another round to take back to our table. Damon looks at our glasses and then at our faces. “Judging by the amount of shots it didn't go well,” he says sympatheticly.

I throw back my shot. “I'm swearing off men.”

Ana glares at me, “Oh, no you aren't!” She looks over to Damon and then back to me. “You say that now but things will change.”

Damon winks at her. “We aren't all bad, you know, just like not all women are batshit crazy.”

Ana laughs and I can't help but smile. “So fucking true,” she replies as she downs her shot.

I shrug, “I guess.”

Ana pat me on the shoulder, “Babe, you hit bottom with Jack, and well, Justin wasn't much of an improvement. At least you didn't fuck Justin because you do realize he didn't even know her or use protection. He is such a skeeze!”

I laugh, “No glove. No love.” At that moment, Justin walks by and only glares at Damon. What the hell was that about? “What's his problem?”

Damon shrugs with a smirk, “Just a prick that got caught looking to blame everyone but himself.

Next, he'll be at your door claiming that the waitress seduced him and begging you to forgive him.”

“Oh girl, you had better not! You know damn well he went willingly because he disappeared first,” Ana said.

I laughed because I knew that she was right. It was absurd for me to think that Justin would have respected me and waited until I was ready to have sex with him. My head begins to swim as the effects of the tequila begin to take hold, “I can't drive now.”

“We can leave the car and get a cab,” Ana suggests.

Damon looks between Ana and me, “I know we just met and all, but I could drive you and just take a cab home. I don't mind and I'm only here until Christmas so you don't have to worry about me camping out at your doorstep.”

“Are you an elf or something and have to return to the North Pole?” Ana jokes.

Damon chuckles, “Not even close.” I do like his laugh. He's just easy to be around. I can see that now. Even Ana is at ease, and she hates everybody. Plus, he is attractive in a tattooed James Dean type of way.

Damon

Well, that worked out. I knew Justin would sabotage the relationship as that's just what he does. Granted, she wasn't his mate, but I wonder if he could even be faithful to his Queen. I'm pretty sure my Queen is sitting across from me, and she's going to be extremely hungover tomorrow too. Her cheeks are flushed from the alcohol, and I can't help but wish that I was the reason for it instead. Before I can urge them to leave, the girls have another round. Oh boy, this night will be interesting!