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Fast Eddie's | Evening | Tuesday | March 8

There was absolutely nothing wrong with liking bowling. Nathan would argue that to his grave with anyone that tried to oppose him. Bowling was a sport which meant exercise but it was exercise that gave you access to drinks and food. Therefore, it was the perfect fucking sport.

Nathan really didn't care that he wasn't a great bowler. Sometimes it was just nice to throw a big fucking ball down at some pins like you had some super physical strength or something. And, in between shots, he could go eat the nachos on the table behind his lanes and check to make sure his phone hadn't been swiped by some bloke with greasy hands. Look, he was a little wary of that one getting ruined too. It was worth more than his fucking life (and maybe he was hoping for a call from his mum about this weekend; he'd gotten nothing yet).

Stepping up to the lanes, Nathan gave the ball a little lick (it was like a good luck gesture) and gave it a toss down the line. Ten pins up, seven down and Nathan was calling that a victory. That meant more nachos before taking his next shot.

[And yes, open here! I'm just entertaining myself and it's cold.]

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After a chat with Bod in the graveyard, Caroline couldn't resist seeing what Nathan was up to, which might explain why she was sitting at his table, eating his nachos and going through his phone.

Don't worry, she left the stupid peppers for him.

When Nathan had stepped up to throw his first shot, his table had been empty save for his food and his phone. Now, with his first shot done, he turned back around and found his table occupied, his food being eaten and his phone being invaded.

"Whoa, where'd you come from?" he asked, leaving his second shot alone for a moment. "Did I like put up a Caroline signal in the sky? Or am I just that magnetic that you follow the aura?"

"What can I say? I'm magical," Caroline replied, not at all bothered by his finally noticing her presence. It wasn't like him looking meant she should stop messing with his things, right?

"Also I was in town and you're a lot louder than you think you are when you talk to yourself." And you know, super hearing and stuff.

"...I wasn't talking to myself," he said, laughing like that was a ridiculous thing to say. And he'd totally been talking to himself but she couldn't have heard all of that.

He walked over to his table and watched his nachos disappear. "You're eating all my food."

That would totally make her stop, he was sure.

"I'll get you more," she promised, taking another bite and smiling up at him. "I see you've been putting some of your idle time to good use. Oh, and bowling, which I don't think counts as good or useful." But only because she sucked at it.

"Bashing bowling in front of me is a great way to get the nachos taken away," Nathan pointed out, taking a seat at the table with her. "What other sport gives you access to a patchwork pair of completely awesome shoes?"

To illustrate that, Nathan put one of those shoes up on the table and smirked. "And what sport encourage you to eat and drink and burp and dance? This is a perfectly good use of my time so what are you talking about?"

Caroline's nose crinkled at the sight of those shoes so close to the food and the idea of burping and dancing combined. "Gross. Take them, my appetite has died tragically at the sight and smell of those rented shoes. And then promise me you won't do all those things at once."

Snorting, Nathan removed his foot from the table and slouched back in his chair, pleased with himself. He popped a nacho in his mouth and eyed the phone in her hands.

"What're you doing?" There wasn't anything especially incriminating in his phone but who knew what she'd find and assume. "Playing Tetris?"

"Please, that game is pointless," she said. "What do I care if the blocks make a row? Bor-ring!" Caroline dropped his phone back onto the table, finished with her nosing around for the time being.

"Let's see your phone," Nathan decided, gesturing for it with his fingers. "It's only fair, Caroline. I solemnly swear not to drop it into my plate of nachos either. I just wanna have a look. You don't mind, do you?"

Of course, Nathan expected her to be a stubborn ass about this but he thought it was a fair trade! She looked in his phone and he looked in hers.

Caroline eyed him, wondering what nefarious plan he had all worked out in that head of his. Still, she pulled her phone from her pocket and started to hold it out to him. "I guess...if you promise to solemnly swear not to send anything to any of my friends, so help you God. And by God, I mean that part of you that likes living through the night."

"You have so little trust in me," Nathan said, leaning forward to try and reach for the phone. "Honestly, Caroline, what would I send them? Details of our sexual exploits? Please, I have far more modesty than that."

He did not.

Caroline nearly choked on the bullshit of that statement. "You mean you're too brutally honest for your own good," she corrected. "The thing is, my friends don't need brutal honesty. They need carefully crafted pieces of truth."

Nathan kept holding his hand out, waiting for her to pass him the phone. He was not going to just snatch it and risk her breaking his fingers.

"So what, I can't give some random a call and tell him you think he's a dick and you're deleting his number?" Nathan wondered if that sounded familiar to her at all.

"Unlike some people, I don't keep the numbers of one-night stands in my phone," Caroline said, handing the device over and praying Nathan didn't lose his mind at the number of male names in there. Was it her fault she was popular back home?

Nathan probably wouldn't lose his mind. He didn't even think he'd be all that surprised. She was hot, she was flexible, she liked sex so of course guys were going to flock to her.

"Those one night stands could have turned into friends at some point later in my life," Nathan said, already starting to nose around in her phone. The contacts list, of course, was gonna be the first thing.

"Wooooooooow." Was that tone appropriately impressed by the sheer amount of numbers in there. "And here I thought I was universally popular and well liked. I feel like I'm missing out on a golden opportunity to get to know these people!"

"Trust me, you don't want to know a lot of them," Caroline shared. "Becoming a vampire has made me kind of aware of the difference between friends and acquaintances."

"Well, fuck the people that ditched you when all that happened," he said idly, still perusing her phone. "Obviously, they're missing out on a good thing. Good fucking riddance. I hope they drink bleach."

Man, there were a lot of blokes in this phone. Nathan was almost itching to call one of them. His fingers were close to twitching.

"And here I'd been focusing on not fucking them," Caroline replied dryly, watching him with a keen interest. The control freak within was dying to know exactly what names were getting what reaction from him. And to know what the hell he planned to do.

Nathan wondered if he could send some texts on the sly. Even if he couldn't find a bloke to send them to, maybe he could find one of her chick friends and send some sort of ridiculous text that Caroline would have to explain away later.

"Well, you've only been fucking me for a few days now so I think you're doing all right that," he joked, smirking up at her. "Anyone interesting in this phone I should hear about?"

If they were interesting enough, maybe he'd send them a message.

Caroline made a face at him, slouching back in her seat and kicking her feet up onto another chair. "There's plenty of interesting people. Who do you wanna know about?" Those with the highest number of messages and calls were likely her closest circle of friends, regardless of who knew what about her and vice versa. "Should I assume male names?"

"Yeah, let's go with those," Nathan decided, looking up and nodding. He was curious about almost any name but why not go with the blokes and see what she had at home? It was thorough to know the competition.

He paged through her phone idly, recognizing a few of the names just from conversations with Caroline but they were few and far between. "I know a little about your two girlfriends, one of which you think might make me cry so let's even that out with the blokes."

Caroline thought she'd talked kind of a lot about Stefan, Damon, Tyler, and Matt, though she might not have always attached names to the tales.

Still, she didn't know if Nathan would get jealous to know she was still friends with guys she'd slept with. Or guys she'd wanted to sleep with, oops? "So pick a name and I'll give you the juicy details. Just remember you asked."

She was making this sound ominous, wasn't she? Nathan thought she might be trying to convince not to ask at all bu promising brutal honesty and that, of course, made him want to ask more.

"Tyler." He'd heard that name before in reference to the bloke's arms so why not find out a little more? "And please, spare no details. Acquiring new knowledge is why I get up every morning. It's the absolute best thing I can put into my body."

"You're such a liar," Caroline said, shaking her head at him in slight amusement. But oh, did she have good dirt to share. Not that it mattered since it wasn't like Nathan knew to care.

"Tyler Lockwood. Now that is a good choice. He's the former mayor's son. Former because his dad died in this super tragic fire during the this big town Founder's Day celebration. He was actually the one driving that night when we got in that car accident that nearly killed me." Sad memory, that.

"But Tyler is like, a big time football player, wrestler, jock guy. Really nasty temper but quick to burn out. I'm sure you'd like him." Right.

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