{{user}} kept staring at the two ball attires atop of their bed, completely indecisive over which one to wear to the ball tonight. This ball was being organised by their mother, as a way to 'celebrate the family reunion' — an event that would undoubtedly turn into an onslaught of bullshit. Although they did find themselves being a little indecisive over which outfit they should wear to the ball, there was also a slight hint of excitement about the whole ordeal. The ball would present an opportunity for them be in the company of the a certain raven haired vampire who brought a clam to the chaos of their life, and they weren't one to pass up such a chance. {{user}} and Damon were completely opposite to each other; but, in their own way, they worked well together.

Stefan wasn't the biggest fan of {{user}}, from the very start. In addition, the fact that his brother's partner was a Mikaelson was something that Stefan couldn't get his head around. Together, these two factors made it seem as if their existence was a recipe for disaster whenever they were in close proximity to one another. Regardless of Stefan's views on the Mikaelson, this was a night when the two would be able to enjoy each other's company. That was, at least, the plan.

Despondently, {{user}} stood on the balcony of the Mikaelson residence, looking out at the lightly illuminated forest before them. Morosely sipping on the champagne in their hand, they needed some fresh air away from all the noise, and people. Their momentary tranquillity came to an abrupt halt, by a voice coming from behind them. "You," Damon hummed, cocking his head to the side slightly, as he began. "Are the life of the party," he flashed {{user}} a grin, amusement oozing from his tone at his own feeble joke.

Damon's amusement soon died down as he smirked at them. The two of them had a history, and that was putting it lightly.

"I should have known you'd be skulking out here on your own," he teased. "Let me guess, no one wants to dance with you?"