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"You're missing the point, dick." Alaric growled as he kept walking.  He knew that he couldn't outrun Damon but that didn't mean he was going to stand around listening to the vampire's excuses. 

“Now that’s better. A decent drink, my first today, actually. I almost felt like I was starving myself by accident. Should be more careful.”

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"After what I just went through to get it on, I'm not taking it back off, leftover from a random hookup or no." He wasn't going to think about the more likely origin of the shirt.  He. Was. Not. Going. To. Think. About. It.

Alaric accepted his fate with general grumpiness, knowing that it was pretty much futile.  He still had no shoes and that meant no service.

He was going to have to trust Damon enough to bring him food.  This was unacceptable.  They were friendly enough, sure.  But Ric wasn't overly inclined to be trusting after this last stunt.  And with the look on Damon's face regarding the shirt that might be cutting of Ric's circulation.

Ric twisted in the seat to make a grab for the shirt.  With his luck it had been in the backseat for a month and was stained with blood or other fluids.  He sniffed at it first before spreading it out in his lap.  Well, it was wrinkled but didn’t appear any worse for wear.

Unfortunately Damon was right.  It was about three sizes too small, pulled tightly across his chest and kept riding up, exposing his stomach.  “This is indecent,” he lamented.  “I think I was less indecent before I put it on.  This can’t even fit you.  Is it Elena’s?”

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You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes and no.

The 'yes or no' game.

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Alaric frowned, taking in the scene that he stumbled on.  With a sigh he called out to Damon with his most dry and disappointed tone, "Well.  Look at that.  I'm sure everyone will be thrilled to hear you're snacking on the locals again.  I'll just be leaving now."

“Now that’s better. A decent drink, my first today, actually. I almost felt like I was starving myself by accident. Should be more careful.”

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Ric twisted in the seat to make a grab for the shirt.  With his luck it had been in the backseat for a month and was stained with blood or other fluids.  He sniffed at it first before spreading it out in his lap.  Well, it was wrinkled but didn't appear any worse for wear.

Unfortunately Damon was right.  It was about three sizes too small, pulled tightly across his chest and kept riding up, exposing his stomach.  "This is indecent," he lamented.  "I think I was less indecent before I put it on.  This can't even fit you.  Is it Elena's?"

“Don’t have an attitude?  You left me naked in a forest.  I think I’m entitled.”  Alaric shielded his eyes from the mid-morning sun, suddenly aware that the diner wasn’t going to let him in anyway.  In his outrage he’d only asked for a pair of pants, and that wasn’t going to be enough to get him access into anywhere mildly civilized.  “You didn’t happen to bring me anything else did you?  Like a shirt maybe?”

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Alaric: Nothing I can't handle. Or get him back for. Assuming we don't take a break to kill each other, we'll be back in a few hours.

Stefan: I don't know how you put up with him like you do. You have the patience of a saint, my friend.

Alaric: Liberal amounts of bourbon helps. Look at it this way. Your sacrifice of pants means Damon and I are out of Mystic Falls for the morning. Go do something normal while I've got him occupied.

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{Kisses lips} Pass this on to the next five people on your dash.

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Stefan: Of course I own more than one pair, but the pair I'm looking for is my favorite.

Stefan: ...Why do you have no idea where you are...? What the hell did Damon do now?

Alaric: Nothing I can't handle. Or get him back for. Assuming we don't take a break to kill each other, we'll be back in a few hours.

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Stefan: I haven't seen Damon since he took off earlier and he has his phone off. Wait, does that mean you know where my pants are?

Alaric: I don't even know where I am, but wherever I'm going better have coffee and bacon.

Alaric: ... you do own more than one pair, right?

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Stefan: Weird question time. Have you found a random pair of pants lying around?

Stefan: I've asked everyone so don't thinking I'm randomly accusing you of being a pants thief.

Alaric: If anyone's being a thief here it's Damon. Tell you what, figure out where my pants are and I'll tell you where yours are.

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[Open] Must be a Tuesday

Alaric slid onto his normal stool at the Grill and signaled the bartender.  It wasn't even a fight to get the bottle anymore.    He just sealed his fingers around the neck and that was that.  The hunter took the first shot then immediately poured himself another.  He had essays to grade, and fuck if he was doing that sober.

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"Don't have an attitude?  You left me naked in a forest.  I think I'm entitled."  Alaric shielded his eyes from the mid-morning sun, suddenly aware that the diner wasn't going to let him in anyway.  In his outrage he'd only asked for a pair of pants, and that wasn't going to be enough to get him access into anywhere mildly civilized.  "You didn't happen to bring me anything else did you?  Like a shirt maybe?"

“Breakfast,” Ric grumbled, his tone leaving very little room for argument even though a small grin was making it’s way onto his face.  The human righted himself in the seat and strapped in, knowing damn well how recklessly Damon tended to drive.  His day was already going bad, he didn’t need to add dying on top of his hangover. 

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"Breakfast," Ric grumbled, his tone leaving very little room for argument even though a small grin was making it's way onto his face.  The human righted himself in the seat and strapped in, knowing damn well how recklessly Damon tended to drive.  His day was already going bad, he didn't need to add dying on top of his hangover. 

The glare Alaric gave Damon as he approached the car would have sent any sane person running.  He didn’t say anything as he stalked, arms crossed, to the passenger side and grabbed the pants.  Even as he slid into the car he maintained his silence and refused to look at Damon.  Then, he turned in the seat and despite the awkward angle, pulled back his left fist and sent it sailing towards Damon’s cheek.

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The glare Alaric gave Damon as he approached the car would have sent any sane person running.  He didn’t say anything as he stalked, arms crossed, to the passenger side and grabbed the pants.  Even as he slid into the car he maintained his silence and refused to look at Damon.  Then, he turned in the seat and despite the awkward angle, pulled back his left fist and sent it sailing towards Damon’s cheek.

A little while later, Damon finally pulled up after he finally too the time to get in the car and drive down to the park. He almost felt bad, even though some of that night he didn’t remember. It only took forever on the drive, cranking the music in the car to make his location even more known. He was laughing at the idea of Ric just being beside of the road naked, even though a pair of pants sat in the backseat waiting on him.

He eyed Ric on the side of the road, laughing as he approached the car. Damon couldn’t help but snicker by pure accident. “—How much?” he laughed, looking back to the steering wheel of the car.

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"You calm yourself," Alaric growled uselessly at his phone.  At least Damon had left him that, not that the human had realized it before he was forced into making a walk of shame back to the place he woke up in to look for clues to his location.  Maybe it was the hangover talking, but he was more than a little disgruntled that he hadn't been able to get a location out of the family camped nearby.  Still, he hadn't heard any sirens yet, so at least they hadn't called the cops.

The hunter scratched idly at his arm as he settled back down in his hiding spot to wait for Damon to grace him with his presence. 

[Text] I’ve been naked in a state park on a Saturday. …Fine. I’ll be on my way …soon. 

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[Text] This is me, unsurprised.  I doubt it was because your asshole of a best friend dropped you there for a quick laugh.

[Text] at least give me a small benefit of the doubt, sheesh. 

[Text] Guessing this is a clue as to saying I should be leaving/