deercountry | ( CLOSED ) MY LONELINESS IS KILLING ME.

( stefan shakes his head and rolls his eyes. )

Are you going to let me up so I can get something else to drink?

( he can't really move with her sitting on his lap. not that he minds her sitting there. )

[ katherine inhales deeply and sighs, smiling at him as she considers his question. she could and she will, but she won't do it immediately. very reluctantly, she shifts off of his lap to sit right beside him. ]

I think you should get me something to drink.

[ she shakes her wine glass before she tips it back and empties it. ]

This wine is very nice.

( stefan can't help the laugh that slips out before he moves to his feet. there's a shadow close by that he doesn't realizes he's pulled into himself. nothing happens. not yet. )

You want something else to drink?

( why is he not surprised? )

Maybe water?

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[ katherine makes a disgusted face. water? really? no; she doesn't want water. she wants something with flavour. ]

Wine, please.

[ she holds her empty glass up to him to take and smiles as she does so. see? no glaring. he likes this face, doesn't he? ]

I can have all the water I want some other time.

I think you've gone through a bottle or two already.

( he sighs and takes her glass though because he's going ot get her wine and he knows it. )

Water would be better.

[ arching her brow, katherine peers up at him expectantly. is he really going to pass judgement on how many bottles she's had? don't think she hasn't counted the number of bourbon bottles he's gone through.

so, she starts to glare at him again. it's really the simplest solution to getting what she wants. ]

Fine, fine, fine.

( he holds up his hands and shakes his head. he surrenders. he goes into the kitchen to get away from her glaring and to get her another bottle. )

Any specific kind you want?

Red.

[ the white doesn't hit the right spot, but the red sure does. also looks like blood. katherine sometimes likes to be a little on the nose when it comes to being a vampire drinking something that looks like blood.

while he's gone, she decides to sit in his spot on the couch and lie out against the cushions. he can move her legs if he wants to take a seat. ]

Goes with my outfit.

Red. Should have known.

( again, there's more shadows that he notices and he steps into them, watching them move into him again. he doesn't pay much attention to them or to the fact that he seems to blur, almost disappearing for a moment before becoming solid again.

he grabs a bottle and then a glass and pours it before coming back out to her. )

[ katherine doesn't make a move to push herself up and off the couch. lying with her head against the arm, she closes her eyes and rests her hands against her chest. she hears him coming. she's ensured that she can identify stefan's footsteps amongst the many that seem to pervade the trench.

she smiles when he seems to be approaching. ]

I've been thinking... if you want me to drink water, I'll only drink if you're naked.

[ that's how she wishes to be served. ]

Is that so?

( stefan laughs before he hands her the glass but he keeps the bottle in his possession. he wants to be able to pour her more at his pace. he doesn't know how she's getting drunk but he doesn't want to overdo it. )

Is that just water or all drinks that aren't alcoholic?

( because he could give her juice or something in lieu of water. )

[ pinching her lips, she peers up at him and gives him a very slow and obvious once-over. that's actually not a bad idea at all... she thought it was overkill to ask him to wear nothing if she chose an alcoholic drink. considering how much they drank... ]

All non-alcoholic beverages.

[ it takes her a little to say "alcoholic"; she doesn't want her words to slur together too much. ]

Will you do that for me?

I'll consider it. But just remember this: you might be older and stronger but you're also drunk right now and I'm not. I can make sure you don't keep drinking.

( he wonders if drunk katherine is going to lead to hungover katherine. that would be quite the thing. )

You can't drink all night. You're going to feel terrible in the morning if you do.

That's why you're here.

[ she smiles and reaches out for him, not quite as sharp in her reaching for him as she would be if she was sober. she smiles and laughs lightly, and peers up at him without any masks or burdens. ]

You'll take care of me and make sure I do nothing embarrassing, won't you?

[ that glare he doesn't like? it begins to form. ]

I'm beginning to think that you're only with me so I can take care of you.

( but he settles easily beside her, moving closer and smiling. )

I might let you do a little something embarrassing before I stop you. That's all right, isn't it?

Depends on how embarrassing.

[ she shrugs a shoulder and pushes herself up to sit in the corner of the couch. smiling up at him, she rests her elbows against her thighs and tucks her thin into her palms. the picture of perfect innocence. ]

I doubt you would. You love me.

Maybe I'll let you declare your love for me in front of many people.

( could he get her to shout it from the roof? )

I do love you but I love seeing you tell people that you're all about me too.

What?

[ katherine peers up at him with a furrowed brow. a part of it is confusion... but, mostly, she's feigning it. even while drunk, she can pretend like the best of them. ]

Do you want me to tell people you have a big cock?

What, no!

( no, he doesn't want that. he doesn't need that kind of personal information out there. )

No, I don't want you telling anyone that. No one. Not one person and if you do, I'll be mad.

[ she cocks her brow and opens her mouth to ask him what he'd like her to tell people then... but katherine smiles and peers up at him with a tilt of her head. sometimes, he walks right into it. and even a drunk katherine can see that. ]

How mad?

Extremely mad.

( he eyes her suspiciously before shaking his head. )

You don't want to find out how mad. And you won't get a taste of that thing that you start blabbing about.

What, my wine?

[ she chuckles and smiles up at him innocently. he's so cute when he tries to posture as being so mad. it's cute. he's got such a baby face to boot.

she reaches for her wine. ]

Give me.

No.

( he holds it back and, at the same time, watches as a dark shadow seems to get sucked into his body. strange. )

You've still got some in your glass!

I can have some more.

[ as he'd taken her glass for a refill, she thinks it's only fair. what's the point of doing a good deed if the person who the good deed is for doesn't get to enjoy it?

she pouts as she peers up at him. ]

Don't you love me?

I do love you. And that's why I'm trying to keep this from you so you're not hungover.

( has anyone witnessed a hungover katherine in a long time? he doesn't know. )

What are you like when you're hungover?

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