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text; un: bacondonut (misfire)

[earps]

All I want is to hit something that isn't in a position to hit back. You in?

[rehashing]

You know what? As long as you mean a punching bag, I could go for that. But, I don't get out until 5. Does that work?

[earps]

Sure, yeah. I don't have a shift at the bar tonight and I've been feeling a little antsy-pantsy.

[ turns out not having demons to hunt on the regular makes a girl start to itch for a way to get some of that pent-up aggression out. who knew?

only she may not necessarily have had elena in mind when she texted in the first place. ]

[rehashing]

It's hard not to in this town. You'd think being from a small town would make it easier, but, stop me from leaving? It feels smaller.

[earps]

Yeah, but even the small town you come from has its own way of keeping you around. Trust me on that one.

[rehashing]

Something tells me I'll never leave it behind. Not... counting now.

[earps]

I actively tried the leaving thing once. Didn't pan out the way I thought it would.

[rehashing]

You came back?

[earps]

Back home, yeah. Showed up for a death in the family, got yoinked into a surprise destiny. The usual.

[rehashing]

Try being the girl whose destiny is to die.

[earps]

Oh, you've got a potential expiration date too, huh?

[rehashing]

It came and went. Before I was a vampire, I was the doppelganger. The girl created to break a very specific curse. I had to die for another vampire to activate another side to himself. He was part vampire and part werewolf, but his mother had bound his werewolf side. I've died... 3 times. Once at his hand. Once, before becoming a vampire. I drowned. It was an accident. And, once deliberately, in order to stop ancient witches from taking over our town literally.

[earps]

Three?

Shit, and I thought dying just the once was impressive. It was barely over a minute, though, so maybe it doesn't really count.

[rehashing]

It counts. You're in the club. If it helps, I wish you weren't.

[earps]

Thanks.

Do we all get some kind of narrowly-averted-death chip or something?

[rehashing]

Even better. Bedazzled jean jackets.

[earps]

Not normally my style, but I can make it work.

[rehashing]

Good, because, if you didn't wear it, you'd be out of the club. They have strict rules.

[earps]

Really? What are the rules? Other than a questionable dress code?

[rehashing]

You have to have died. You have to wear the jacket. And, you have to appreciate your brown liquor.

[earps]

Two out of three with a reluctant yes on the third ain't bad.