ℬ bo dennis | lost girl

[dontkanyeme]

	✔ Cʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs/AU ✔ Aᴄᴛɪᴏɴsᴘᴀᴍ ✔ Pʀᴏsᴇ	✔ Pɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs ✔ Oᴛʜᴇʀᴡᴏʀᴅʟʏ ✔ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs	♥ F/M, F/F ⏰ Uᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ

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CALL. I'm just up to 3x03. Kind of a sin I know.

[recalcitrancy]

Bobo, why didn't you tell me your undercover lovah was kind of a badass? [ He's polishing off a beer right now. It's a miracle he's torn his attention away long enough to make this phone call. ] Also where the hell are you? Sigh once if you're gettin' lucky. Twice if you're kidnapped.

[dontkanyeme]

[Oh, Kenzi. She's not going to comment on that bit about Lauren right now.]

I'm at the Dahl. Speaking of where are you?

[recalcitrancy]

[ Where was Kenzi? On the worst date in the history of dates. She kept calling him K and talked about her grandma a lot. Kenzi was all about family connections, but this was too much. He was pretty sure she was gearing up to tell Kenzi that she sprinkled a few of her grandma's ashes in her coffee every morning. That just seemed like something this nutter would do. ] On a date. She's in the bathroom. I'm debating on leaving while she's indisposed. She collects belly button lint. That shoulda been my first warning.

[dontkanyeme]

Belly button lint? That does not sound healthy.

[there's a pause as she takes a sip of her drink.]

The fake emergency call?

[as your exit strategy, she means.]

[recalcitrancy]

I thought it was cute and quirky at first. I mean it's hers--what's the harm in collecting the junk? [ His huge mistake was not flinching when she told him she collected others as well. He really needed to get the hell out of here.

Kenzi pushed the empty glass away and glanced backwards to see if she had come out of the bathroom yet. With any luck she was distracted by her own belly button lint or something. ] Someone better be fake dead or I fear she won't let me leave. [ An emergency would not cut it. This would have to be a fake dead person call to get away from this clinger. ]

[dontkanyeme]

Ciara's dead.

[a beat]

I know she didn't just die, but she doesn't know that, right?

[unforgivably]

[dontkanyeme]

[Mystic Falls is ... unbearably tiny. And with no Fae community to speak of. This can make a succubus who has a real issue with feeding on humans a little cranky. But, on the bright side, there is a bar.

Which she is currently in.

Drinking as though someone's life depends on it.

Someone's probably does.

All the same, she is there and looking very attractive. Please come and bother her, Damon.]

[unforgivably]

[ It's weird how spending most of your life in a place makes it not seem tiny. Yeah, in truth, it is. It's tiny. It's small. Everyone knows everyone but it's not a bad thing. Or, a good thing. It's just a thing. A thing he lives with.

The thing about that small town is new people stick out. Especially if the new people sport leather. (The boobs don't hurt, either.)

He downs the bourbon in his glass before moving to the bar and leaning next to her, looking her in the eye. Damon Salvatore doesn't beat around the bush. ] And what brings you here?

[dontkanyeme]

[Bo glances up at the question, taking him in for a moment and deciding that he's not entirely useless company - at least he's pretty to look at.]

Just passing through. Stopped for dinner.

[unforgivably]

Pretty liquid dinner. [ But, he's not chastising her! He holds his other glass up and clinks it against hers. Yes, without asking. He leans over the bar. ] Damon Salvatore. [ At your service. Not really. Which is why it goes unsaid. ]

[dontkanyeme]

[She smiles a bit at that, before pointing back to the kitchen.]

I'm waiting on a burger.

[So it won't be entirely liquid, at any rate.]

Name's Bo.

[unforgivably]

Well, Bo. Welcome to Mystic Falls. I would be happy to give you the grand tour tonight. I grew up here, my family grew up here, we're steeped in history. If you have any questions.

[dontkanyeme]

Well, thank you, Damon. If I decide I'm in need of a tour, I will let you know.

[And maybe ogle your ass as you walk away, don't mind her.]

[unforgivably]

[ He's planting seeds for later. Ogle his ass all you want. He's returning to the table to bother Alaric for a bit. (Which is Ric's fault for grading at the Grill. ]

[dontkanyeme]

[Yep. Totally ogling. And with that, she's going to go back to her food and leave it at that.]

[unforgivably]

[ Damon coaxes Alaric into taking a break so they can play some pool. Alaric knows what he's doing and he's happy to help. It gets Damon out of his hair. That ass she's ogling, it's now bent over the pool table at various angles. He's giving her the Damon Salvatore show. ]

[dontkanyeme]

[It is a very nice show, that she can admit. Which is why she keeps watching them, unashamed, in the mirror back behind the bar. But eventually she finishes her meal and pays, throwing them a teasing glance before getting to her feet and making her way out the door.]

[unforgivably]

[ The pool cue is set down and he downs the rest of his glass. Alaric is happy to get rid of Damon who follows her out.

If a guy "appears" in front of her a few minutes later, like, one minute she looks behind her or down at her car keys or something, would she be turned on? Because Damon is not subtle and he's just right there, now. ]

[dontkanyeme]

[ Her eyes widen in surprise and she raises her eyebrows. She's not afraid, just surprised. ]

Got bored playing with your boy?

[unforgivably]

More, like, lately all I feel like I do is play with him. Sue me for wanting to play with a real woman. [ And, you know. WOMEN. Not men. Because he likes women, specifically you right now. ]

[dontkanyeme]

[Her eyebrows climb a bit.]

Really? Here I thought everyone was all "bros before hoes" these days.

[unforgivably]

Let's just say, I've been around for a lot longer than these days. I can play pool with Ric any day of the week. How long are you in town for?

[dontkanyeme]

[She shrugs.]

Haven't really decided yet.

[unforgivably]

It's late. You should come to my place. I live in a giant house. Several bedrooms. Stocked liquor cabinet and wine cellar.

[dontkanyeme]

I've already got a room somewhere. I think I can manage on my own, but thanks.

[unforgivably]

It's been a while, but -

[ Look, he's horny and she's hot and why doesn't she want to sleep with him. You can bet his pupils dilate as he catches her eyeline. Compulsion, girl! (Granted, he is going to assume this will work and that she's a normal attractive very hot girl.) ]

You sure about that?

[dontkanyeme]

[She feels it. That little tug at her mind trying to tell her to do something she might not necessarily want to do, but your gross behavior is not going to work here, Damon. Her lip curls into a smirk slightly before leaning forward and preparing to fully disappoint him.]

I don't think you can handle me.

[unforgivably]

That's not a no.

[ That's also not what's supposed to happen. ]

[dontkanyeme]

No, but it's not a yes either. And with that attitude, I'm not really foreseeing it turning into one any time soon.

[She shrugs.]

Guess that'll just be my loss.

[Though from her tone, it doesn't really seem like she thinks it's much of one.]

[unforgivably]

So, what are you. Witch? Werewolf?

[dontkanyeme]

[There's an eyebrow raise at that.]

Neither.

[unforgivably]

Assume I don't want to play twenty questions.

[dontkanyeme]

[She gives a bit of a shrug.]

Neither.

[And she's going to go try to leave again. Sorry, Damon, you are getting creepier and less interesting by the second.]

[unforgivably]

I don't even get a hint?

[ He calls out to her. Whatever. He'll whip out his phone and tell his brother they have a new player in town. ]

[dontkanyeme]

[Nope. No hint. Sorry, Damon, she's just going to saunter on her merry way.

See you around.]

idk i randomly decided these could be fun canons to throw together

[indestructress]

[dontkanyeme]

Once upon a time, a fae girl who didn't know she was fae named Bo Dennis asked the abyss for help and help came in the form of a goddess-in-training named Julia Wicker. Julia couldn't change what Bo was, or the things she had done, but she did point her in the direction she needed to go. She found far more answers than she ever thought possible, and she never wouldn't have gotten there if Julia hadn't been in the right place at the right time.

A few years later, Bo is sitting at the bar of the Dahl when Julia walks into her life again - this time using the front door, rather than appearing out of nowhere. When she sees her, Bo can't help the grin that splits her face, and she gets to her feet to go meet her.

"Julia Wicker. What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"