Girl Talk
by LindaMarie

It was movie night, and Bonnie's turn to choose. Of course she'd picked something so horribly sappy that Elena was trying her best to fall asleep to get away from it. It was called "The Fury" and featured a scantily-clad heroine who must sacrifice herself in order to save the life of her 2 true loves.

What nonsense. Elena thought. You can't love two people at the same
time! I can't imagine ever sharing my heart with anyone other than my Damon.

She must have finally dozed off, because when she woke again, the movie was over, and Bonnie was gone. She could hear her in the kitchen behind her, puttering around. "Bonnie! We need more popcorn!"

"Umm...yeah...I'm getting it!"

"Good! And grab me a water while you're in there!"

Bonnie finally came back in about 15 minutes later, laden with about a dozen different things. She handed all but one to Elena and sat down. "Hey Elena! Let's play Truth or Dare!"

The blonde looked at her friend quizzically. "We can't play that. There aren't enough people. It would be boring. Think of something else."

Bonnie started jumping up and down on the sofa, spilling a few popcorn kernels onto the floor. "C'mon Elena...pllleeeeeaaaassse. Pllleassssseeee. I really wanna play Truth or Dare..."

Elena sighed loudly, then looked up at her friend. "All right."

"YAY!" More spilled popcorn. "Can I ask first?"

Another sigh. "Sure." Elena answered sullenly.

The redhead grinned ear-to-ear. "So...truth, or dare?"

Elena didn't fancy going in nothing but garters and hose to Mrs. Flowers' and delivering cookies, so she responded tersely, "Truth."

Bonnie's eyes widened. "Ooooo. I was hoping you'd say that." She paused to unwrap a Snickers bar and take a big bite. Then she just looked at Elena, apparently expecting for a drumroll to begin playing. Then she blurted the question out in one quick exhalation, starting to giggle even before she was finished. "What kind of underwear does your boyfriend have?"

Elena couldn't help giggling with her, but cursed her fair complexion as she felt herself blush. "You can't expect me to actually answer that!"

"I sure as hell can."

"No. I'm not telling you."

"Fine, then. I'll guess."

Uh-oh, now I'm in trouble. Elena thought to herself. Well, it wasn't like she was actually telling her, now was it? "Okay, I'll agree to that. I'll give you umm...five guesses. That's it."

"Deal." The redhead's brows drew together into a frown. Then she started giggling again. "Okay...are they...black silk boxers?"

"Nope." They were both laughing now, and it seemed to only be getting worse.

"Red silk boxers?"

"Not even close."

"Hmm...this is harder than I thought. Oh oh oh wait, I've got it!" This time all Bonnie's jumping around caused the whole bowl of popcorn to tumble to the ground. This was gonna end with some serious clean-up time.

"I betcha he wears those boxers with goofy animal prints on them!" She doubled over laughing.

Elena was near tears herslf. She coldn't even believe she'd gotten herself into this. "Uh-uh. Zero points...except maybe for creativity."

"Briefs maybe?"

"No. You might as well give up now. You'll never win."

"Wanna bet?"

"You've only got one guess left."

"Fine, rub it in."

"I will."

Then Bonnie's face suddenly got even redder, and she started laughing so hard it made her start to hiccup.

"Does Damon--hic--wear naughty lingerie?"

The picture that brought to Elena's mind was enough to send her rolling on the floor, getting popcorn tangled in her hair as she gasped for breath. Eventually she got control of herself and sat back up. "Uh-uh. Wrong again. You lose."

The redhead got a very pouty look on her face. "Aww...come on Elena...you can tell me."

Elena thought on it for a moment, then decided it was worth it for the shock effect. She giggled again for a bit, even though she tried to stop herself. "Survey says..." She leaned in real close to Bonnie's ear, then whispered the real answer:

"None--he goes commando."

Then they were going into hysterics all over again. They never even noticed the familiar figure watching from the shadows outside the window.

Damon turned away from the window, shaking his head in disgust. He picked up the large platter of cookies from atop a tree stump a few feet away, where he'd left it a few minutes before. "What absolute rubbish. How would she know what I wear?"

He glanced down at his attire--well-fitted sheer black hose held up by delicate lacy garters, and nothing else but his leather jacket--making sure he looked presentable, then back to the cookies. "I'd better get these to Mrs. Flowers. She'll be wondering where I went by now."

Damon trotted quickly across Bonnie's back lawn in the direction of the boarding house, the sound of the girls' laughter still ringing out behind him.

THE END