In need of some fun (Dean)

[Bonnie R. Bennett]

It had been a long time since Bonnie had done anything fun just for herself. She was always so busy trying to keep the others around her happy that she often neglected to make herself happy. Lately though the strain of all work and no play had been starting to show on her and even on her relationship with Jeremy. He was hiding something from her, but wouldn’t tell her what and only got upset if she pushed the issue. He seemed to think that if she wasn’t going to share her secrets about all of the Klaus research then he didn’t need to include her in his own plans. But she wasn’t keeping him out of the loop just to piss him off, it was to keep Elena from finding out and trying something stupid to get Stefan back or even to keep Jeremy from trying to play hero again. He’d already done that once, and nearly gotten himself killed by Katherine. But that didn’t seem to matter to Jeremy. He’d stormed out of her house a week ago, slamming the door and nearly shattering the glass panes. That was the end of their relationship because neither was willing to compromise, and he wouldn’t even return her calls. A whole week she had moped around her house crying, and although both Elena and Caroline had tried to cheer her up, she knew that they both had their own problems. It was why Caroline had proposed a girls night out. And it was also why Bonnie found herself standing in front of the mirror in her bathroom putting on some light makeup and making sure she looked ok in her little black dress. She adjusted a few of her curls so that they lay smoother and left the bathroom.

D’art was sitting on her bed watching her with a calm expression and gave a soft meow as she drew nearer. She couldn’t help but smile and stroke his thick fur for a moment. He was the only man in her life who had never let her down. But the thought brought tears to her eyes and she tried to fight them back not wanting to have to redo her makeup. She was done crying over Jeremy. After a moment to get her emotions back in check, Bonnie glanced at the clock and scooped up her wallet, phone, and keys to her car on her way out the door. Tonight was about just clearing her head and having a good time with some great friends. The drive through town was surprisingly crowded, and nearly impossible to find a parking space in the little night club on the edge of town, but after circling the parking lot a few times she spotted a space near the door where someone had just pulled out. She slid her little white prius in and parked it. At the door she handed the bouncer her ID and waited while he scrutinized her before handing it back and waving her through. It was her first time being in the nightclub, but it was much as she expected: Loud, Dark, Hot, and crowded. Strobe light flashed at her from the dance floor, and neon lights blazed from the bar. Where were Caroline and Elena? Bonnie pulled out her phone and punched in Caroline’s number before plugging her opposite ear so she could hear. But there was no need to because the call rang a few times then went to voicemail. She was probably doing her hair or something and didn’t have her phone right there with her, so she tried Elena’s number with the same result. She sighed and made her way to the bar, flagged down a bar tender and ordered a soda. He brought it over and took her money just as her phone buzzed with a text. There was a message from Elena on it.

Can’t make it, sorry. Have a great time for me though.

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Great. Just great. Well at least Caroline would be here soon hopefully. But a min later her phone buzzed again with a message from Caroline.

Tyler needs me tonight. Is it cool if I bail? Sorry.

Seriously? Bonnie grumbled under her breath and took a sip of her coke. Well this sucked. Nothing like trying to get your mind off of a breakup by spending the night alone. She stood up and turned for the door deciding she’d be better off just calling it a night and going home. She started towards the door when a large man reeking of cologne and beer stepped in her path. “Hey there beautiful. Why don’t you let me buy you a drink.”[/color] She shook her head. “No thanks.”[/color] Before trying to sidestep around him, but he moved so he was blocking her path again. “Awww come on baby, don’t be like that. How about we get to know each other on the dance floor.” Again she shook her head and stepped around him but his fingers closed on her arm and pulled her back. She tried to pull away but he drew her closer. “Come on. What? Don’t think I’m cute enough?” She glared at him. “Let me go.”[/color] He leered at her drunkenly and pulled her in closer like he was going to try to kiss her, but she turned her head and glanced around frantically for some help. About 15 feet away over by the door was one of the bouncers and she waved her other arm trying to get his attention before the man jerked her back towards him and leaned in again.
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THERE WERE 934 WORDS IN THIS POST FOR Dean Smyser (Eva). SHE IS WEARING THIS, AND DRIVING THIS. I WAS LISTENING TO my playlist AND THE TEMPLATE LYRICS ARE FROM YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME - BON JOVI. THANK YOU SO MUCH TASMANIAN OF CAUTION FOR MAKING THIS !

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[Dean Patrick Smyser]

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If there was one thing Dean actually didn't like about having to move around so much, it was the constant feeling like he was an outcast. While he had always been a huge fan of privacy far more than most people his age due to the past he worked so hard to keep hidden from those around him, he also never really had the chance to develop any real friendships before he had to move on. It wasn't that he truly needed friends but the idea of having someone there if he did need them had seemingly become more enticing with age. With the obvious exception of Krueger, he was truly alone and being in new places never failed to remind him of that. Of course, the fact that he tended to keep to small towns where everyone seemed to have grown up around one another didn't exactly help him any but that was simply another hardship of being on the run from a man who he had no doubts would kill him in a heartbeat given half the chance. Still, he was well aware of the fact that even he couldn't run forever. One day, his step-father would find him and Dean knew that he needed to be prepared when that happened. It was actually that mentality which had him seriously considering the idea of remaining in Mystic Falls instead of moving on to yet another new town in a few weeks. Not only had he grown to adore the seemingly rustic set-up of the town in general - as that was what had originally drawn him to the small community of closely knit people - but the general population had honestly surprised him with their open-armed natures. Granted, he hadn't really talked to anyone beyond casual hellos and that blonde-haired girl at the coffee shop who had decided that the way to get him talking had been to burn them both with scalding hot tea. What was her name again? he asked himself as he relaxed on his futon and casually flipped through channels on the small television he'd managed to snag some three or four towns ago. Oh yeah, Lexi. She was pretty cute, but I doubt she'd go for a strange guy like me considering all the guys around here are probably dying for her attention. Besides, there was something about her that made her - I don't know - different. Never before had he received a shock of electricity from simply touching someone and that was more than enough to make him wary of her. Suddenly realizing that the last thing he wanted was to be stuck at home like a recluse on another Friday night, Dean realized that he seriously needed to get out. Isn't that what people his age did? They went out, snagged a few beers, hung out with friends, and just had fun. Of course, he didn't exactly have any options in the third category but he had to admit that something with alcohol in it sounded pretty damn good right about then. Hitting the power button on the remote, he stood up and stretched before rubbing Krueger's head roughly and grabbing his jacket and keys. If his memory served him correctly, there was a club of some sort a couple blocks over and he was definitely legal so there wouldn't be any problems with hanging out there for a little bit - if only to grab a couple drinks and possibly meet a few people if he decided he wanted to bother with putting himself out there like that. "I'll see you later boy," he said to the pitbull that had been his only real companion for the past couple years. "I might be a bit late tonight though, so don't wait up and we'll go for a run tomorrow, promise." It was only after he'd locked both the deadbolt and knob locks on his apartment that Dean headed downstairs though, and three flights later made it outside. Not bothering with his car as he remembered how close the club was, he headed north and found himself rounding the back of the building roughly ten minutes later. Luckily, the line to get in the door was fairly short and moved quickly. What surprised him was that the bouncer didn't even bother asking to see his license, choosing instead to simply wave him inside without a word. It's probably just because of my height. That, or he just doesn't want to be bothered with me because I 'look' old enough to drink. His mind went blank then, however, as he stepped into the main are of the club and realized just how many people were present in the relatively small room. It was right then that he knew he was going to need a drink before he even tried talking to anyone here, much less dancing. A quick scan of the room revealed the bar set-up in one corner of the room and he headed for it only to pause suddenly as the sound of a frantic female voice reached his ears. Suddenly acting on instinct as the nearly inaudible pleas for help dragged all the memories of his mom being abused right back to the surface, Dean let all thoughts of a drink slip from his mind without another thought as he looked around for the source of the quiet confrontation his ears had picked up. His eyes narrowed in disgust when he saw the two a moment later and, before he'd even realized what he was doing, Dean had closed the space between the two of them and dragged the older male off the girl before placing himself between the two of them in an attempt to protect her. "Didn't you hear the girl?" he asked angrily, the rage which boiled just beneath the surface boosting his confidence. "She said 'no' so why don't you go find someone else to torment? Or better yet, go home and sober up." It seemed the guy wasn't a total idiot though, since he took one look at Dean before stalking off while emitting quite the string of curses under his breath. Even drunks knew that messing with a guy almost twice your size wasn't the best idea. Sighing in relief that it hadn't turned into a fight, he turned around to get a better look at the girl he'd just defended. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked, wanting to make sure she was in fact okay.

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[Bonnie R. Bennett]

It was one thing when I guy was confident he can get you but this guy was so belligerently drunk that he was pushing stalkerish. No matter how hard she tried to pull away or how much she told him to leave her alone, the man just didn’t seem to care. He kept trying to pull her in for a kiss, but luckily for her, he was so drunk that he couldn’t quite control her as well as if he were sober so she was able to avoid getting to close to him. But as soon as it became apparent that there was no way she could get out of this situation on her own without injuring the guy she cast her gaze around for some help. Luckily for her there was a good Samaritan who just happened to be standing nearby. "Leave me alone!"

[/color] She shouted at him over the music and suddenly one minute the guy was leering closer starting to win their little struggle, and the next he was being ripped away so fast that it made her stumble nearly losing her balance. She looked up to see the hulking black clad back of a stranger, and peering around him she could see her assaulter. Her protector yelled at the drunk and told him to get lost while Bonnie just stood there in shock trying to figure out what had just happened.

Finally the guy seemed to take the hint and walked off and she was left facing her rescuers back. From what she could see in the multicolored lights, it wasn’t anyone that she recognized, and this feeling was affirmed when he turned around to look her over. ”Hey are you alright?” She reached the hand of her good arm up and started to rub the spot where he had grabbed her gingerly. It would probably be a lovely green color in the mourning once the bruise set in, but other than that she was pretty good. She nodded her head slowly before realizing he might not be able to see it. “Yea… A little bruised but alright."[/color] She rubbed the sore spot again wincing as the blood pumped back through her arm and his hand print slowly faded. "Thank you so much."[/color] She told the man in front of her. "I don’t think I could have gotten him off me if it wasn’t for you.”[/color] She looked him over noticing for the first time that he was actually really cute, but she couldn’t help thinking he was really large too. Almost a foot and a half taller than her own 5’1” frame. She gave him a weary smile before calling out over the thumping music “I’m Bonnie by the way.”[/color] She gave him a little wave and brushed her hands down little black dress to smooth it suddenly self conscious of how short the dress was, and wondering why she had let Caroline convince her to wear it especially since she had cancelled on her.
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THERE WERE 500 WORDS IN THIS POST FOR Dean Smyser (Eva). SHE IS WEARING THIS, AND DRIVING THIS. I WAS LISTENING TO my playlist AND THE TEMPLATE LYRICS ARE FROM YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME - BON JOVI. THANK YOU SO MUCH TASMANIAN OF CAUTION FOR MAKING THIS !

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[Dean Patrick Smyser]

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Despite the fact that his size gave him quite the advantage over other guys his own age, Dean couldn't even stomach the mere idea of confrontation most of the time. It wasn't that he was scared of it by any means, but the last time he'd intervened in a fight between any two people had done nothing but end up with him running for his life while his mother was in fact nowhere to be found. Hell, he'd yet to find anything on her whereabouts - or even if she was alive, honestly - and that certainly wasn't from a lack of looking. Even in all of his travels, he'd been able to do a fair amount of research in his attempt to find her but so far: nothing. It was frustrating beyond belief and it didn't matter that he knew in his heart that jumping in the fight between his mother and step-father that night all those years ago had probably saved both the lives of him and her. He'd lost the only person who had ever truly cared about him at the same time and that hurt more than anything else possibly could. That alone was more than enough to make Dean extremely wary about chasing off the drunkard who was harassing the dark-skinned girl only a few feet from him when he initially picked up on the confrontation. He couldn't afford any more bad luck as his streak had seemingly been growing longer and longer lately and that usually meant his his step-dad was getting closer to catching him. Still, he wasn't about to let a woman get assaulted right in front of his eyes when there was obviously something he could do to stop it. Hell, the guy can barely remain standing and he's what - about half my size? If he tries anything, I could probably knock him over with a single half-hearted shove so... Unwilling to let anything happen to the girl even though he'd never seen her before in her life, Dean moved into the middle of the fray; easily separating the male from his intended victim and inserting himself between them. Luckily, the bastard hadn't inhaled enough alcohol to lose all sensibility and figured it was time for him to go after getting a good look at the size of who he would be going up against should he try to push it. It was only after making sure that the guy was actually making his departure from the club that Dean turned to face the girl who he'd just rescued. Instantly worried as to her well-being, he wasted no time in asking if she was in fact okay. A rush of relief flowed through him when she didn't appear to be too banged up. "Well that's good," he said with a small smile, "and don't mention it. It's the least I could do. Just call it an attempt to give you back a little faith in the notion that not all men are complete animals and we're even." It was only when the last of his adrenaline drained from his limbs that he was actually able to take a good look at the dark-haired girl before him. She's actually really pretty, he noted absentmindedly before being pulled from his thoughts by her introduction. "Dean, and like I said...it was nothing." Not wanting to leave her alone just yet, he went out on a limb for once instead of backing off like he usually did. "Could I buy you a drink? If only to calm your nerves as you're probably a little shaken up from that."

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[Bonnie R. Bennett]

There was a painful tingling moving down her arm away from the soon-to-be-bruise but she couldn’t help but crack a smile at the faith in men comment. Was it weird to be thinking he was kind of cute after she had just been manhandled by a different stranger? Maybe, but she thought it anyway and smiled finally dropping her hand away from her arm. “Well I don’t know if that’s possible of all men, but there are definitely good ones still out there so you’ve got a deal.” The music thumped around them at a nearly deafening level, and she smiled when he introduced himself after her own introduction. "Could I buy you a drink? If only to calm your nerves as you’re probably a little shaken up from that.”

Reality chose that moment to settle back in on her. She sighed awkwardly wishing at that minute that something would interrupt them so she didn’t have to turn him down. But unfortunately nothing came. “Ahh… ya know… Thanks for the offer, but I should probably…”

[/color] The hand with her phone in it raised to gesture back over her should but she trailed off thinking of how to finish that sentence. Should probably what? Be going home to curl up on the couch with her cat and a tub of ice cream in an old pair of sweats and watch some sad movie? Go home and feel sorry for herself just like every other night this last week? The idea did not sound very enticing to her. Why shouldn’t she stay and have a drink with him? It was only a drink and some friendly company, both of which she could certainly use. The only thing holding her back (other than the obvious age issue) was her distrust of strangers. After all, just looking at her track record gave more than enough excuses not to trust them. Well, the fact that she had just gotten out of a bad relationship, and what was supposed to have been a girls night out to get her mind off it had turned into a one woman pity party didn’t help either. Screw that. She took a deep breath hoping she was making the right choice and smiled brightly up at him. “Actually…. You know what? I’d love to.”[/color] She phone into the little clutch bag decidedly planning on ignoring it for the rest of the night and wiped her troubles from her mind.
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THERE WERE 409 WORDS IN THIS POST FOR Dean Smyser (Eva). SHE IS WEARING this, AND DRIVING this. I WAS LISTENING TO my playlist AND THE TEMPLATE LYRICS ARE FROM YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME - BON JOVI. I JUST WANT TO SAY Sorry it took me so long, and that it's short. My muse kind of fizzled. Enjoy the chemistry though! THANK YOU SO MUCH TASMANIAN OF CAUTION FOR MAKING THIS !

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