A/N: This is the first of a set of drabbles representing my current headcanon for upcoming episodes. Can be read alone or as a series. Canon until 6x17 and compliant with current spoilers.
The song she chooses is atrocious. Even in his current state of non-humanity, he still has taste, and the assault on his ears is only made bearable by the half-empty bottle of bourbon in his hand.
“Jesus, Caroline,” he says after she compels the first person to sing it. “Pat Benatar?” he demands, slamming the bottle down on the tabletop, not quite hard enough to spill. “I had enough trouble avoiding this garbage in the 80s.”
She turns slowly, and the withering glare she shoots his way is enough to melt skin from the bone. “‘Hit Me With Your Best Shot,’” she snarls, “is a contemporary classic, Stefan. If you can’t appreciate a spectacular piece of music like this, then maybe we shouldn’t be doing this at all.” She pauses to let the threat sink in, as though this whole thing hadn’t been her idea in the first place. “But we could always do ‘Love is a Battlefield’ if you prefer,” she adds with a sarcastic smile.
Stefan shrugs with a smile and raises the bottle toward her. Honestly, ever since she embraced his whole ‘letting go’ philosophy, she’s been a fairly unyielding force of nature. So he just swigs from his bourbon, leaning lazily back in his seat so he can kick his feet up onto the table.