Damon and Alice - Backdated to June 19

[om_malice]

Damon and Alice get better acquainted after their first training squad session.


"Trust exercises, seriously," Alice stated as their little squad filed out of the gym after her first session with them. She'd been the perfect excuse for them, according to their instructor. A new squad member means building up new trust. Perfect. Trust leans and mine fields for the win? It wasn't what she'd imagined these squads were about. "What next, singing Kumbayah around a campfire?"

"You should have been here last week," a voice drawled from a bench nearby, where a raven-haired teen had lingered, sprawled lazily as he watched the newbie. Despite the gym activity, he was dressed in designer jeans and a plain black v-neck t-shirt that was fitted to show off the definition of his upper body. Pale blue eyes studied her, a small smirk twitching his lips upward at one corner. "You missed the s'mores and ghost stories."

Alice looked over at him, then turned to face him, lips twisted into a skeptical pout. "I clearly have terrible timing." Hands on her hips, she walked closer to the bench where he was sprawled. Since she had expected actual gym activities, she was dressed in athletic leggings and a cropped t-shirt, hair pulled back into a ponytail from which a few wisps escaped. "Missing the scout outing proper by a week."

"Could be worse. I heard Squad 3 got pelted by pink paintballs. They're probably still picking it out of their hair." Damon made no pretense out of giving her a once-over, his gaze appreciating her head to foot. "Welcome to the cool team, Casper."

Alice, in turn, made no pretense out of appreciating being checked out - especially by someone so very pretty. She had picked this body for - well, several reasons, but one of them was definitely that Jenna was hot, at least now that Alice was in charge. Its previous occupant hadn't owned this body like she should have, from the look of her wardrobe and Facebook pictures.

But her amused and just as appreciative smirk turned into another skeptical expression at the nickname. "Casper, really?" But she was clearly still more amused than anything else. "So. Why does half the cool team hate you, Incubus?" She could not take that codename seriously. To be fair, there were very few codenames she could - including her own, depending on her mood.

"They only hate me because I'm beautiful," Damon taunted, though his lips twitched playfully. "Seriously, though. They don't much care for my power set, or the fact that I don't mind using it to get what I want. But you...you seem like a girl who can appreciate the sentiment."

"I'm a girl that thinks your power's one of the most useful around," Alice answered, pragmatically. It was what she had said to Anders, too - she wondered if he got crap for it, as well. "Color me green." She'd definitely have preferred that to 'using it to get what I want' meaning possessing a comatose hottie. "Bodysnatching isn't all it's cracked up to be." Not that she was whining; she'd been lucky to find this body, actually.

"I'd imagine not." Damon stretched, slowly rising to his feet as he shifted to meet her. "But you're making the most of it, and that's really what counts, right?"

"I've only just begun to make the most of it," Alice countered, smirking slightly and raising her head just enough to keep looking at him. There was a lot more fun than she had had up til now that she intended to have in Jenna's body. And she was young; even if nobody could tell her if she would age and die, she had time.

"Oh yeah, I like you." Damon grinned, offering her a hand. "Damon Salvatore."

"Alice Fitzgerald," she introduced herself in turn, smirk widening into a smile as she shook his hand. "I'm glad I pass muster."

"God knows we could use more practical-minded people around here," Damon rolled his eyes.

"That bad?" she asked curiously as she pulled her hand back.

"I hope you drink. You're going to need it," Damon smirked, turning to walk her out. "That, and a little dose of high school drama at least manage to take your mind off the idiocy every now and then."

"Isn't the high school drama part of the idiocy?" Alice asked skeptically without expecting an answer as they fell into stride. She smiled slightly. "I drink, and I have a total bitch of a roommate. I think I'm covered."

"You'd be surprised," Damon drawled, smirking. "Who's your roommate?"

"Alisha Daniels," Alice answered. "Also new. Black, English, hot?" She might be a world class bitch (and it was Malice talking), there was no denying that she was seriously hot.

"Ah. Seen her, haven't had the pleasure. Seems like another ice queen to me," he shrugged, strolling in no particular direction as they talked. He glanced at her smugly. "That never seems to stop them when it comes to me, though."

"I'm sure your milkshake brings all the girls to the yard," Alice replied with a smile, looking at him as she said so. It was tease and compliment all at once, because she wouldn't be surprised if it really did. Just because Damon clearly knew how hot he was didn't make him any less so.

"Mm," Damon hummed. "I certainly can't complain. What about you? How's the new body holding up?"

"Haven't road-tested it that way just yet," Alice stated, amused, "but I can tell you it can't hold its liquor the way I could. New discoveries every day," she concluded with a smile. Every discovery was welcome, even when it was of something she now didn't like.

"Well, if you're ever interested in experimenting..." Damon flashed her a grin.

"That's cute," Alice told him with a chuckle, warm and amused, but also teasing, or really, playful. "I'm not ruling it out. You're very pretty."

"You're not wrong," Damon agreed smugly, "But there's plenty of pretty at this school. I think it's a mutant thing, really. My point is that most of the pretty at this school doesn't know the first thing about actually enjoying it."

"That's sad," Alice stated with a brief grimace. If it was true, it really was sad. She was extremely aware of how much life ought to be enjoyed, after spending a few months without a body. "But you're saying you do." Ending on an inquisitive note, there, although there was still amusement, too. "Know the first thing about it."

"First, second...twenty-third," Damon smiled sideways at her, pale eyes dancing playfully.

"I like you," she stated, in a purposeful mimic of his earlier assessment, giving him a grin that wasn't sideways, but full on aimed at him.

"Yet another reason why you have good taste," he drawled, turning the corner to reach out for her hand, tugging her into the elevator with a smile.

Oh, hey, surprise tug, but Alice went with it with a chuckle, stepping into the elevator with him and right into his personal space, tilting her head back to smile up at him. "Where are we going?"

"Mm," Damon hummed, his gaze meeting hers with a playful spark. "Have you gone into town yet? We could terrorize the locals."

"I have, but I didn't terrorize anyone last time," Alice replied with a smirk, leaving her hand in his for now.

"This, we're going to have to remedy," he decided, slinging a friendly arm around her waist. "I know a crap little bar that still serves amazingly decent alcohol, has a pool table with no less than two working cues, and a patronage that is fantastically oblivious. What do you say?"

"I say why, Mr Salvatore," she replied, her smirk widening into a bright smile, "you know how to talk to a girl."