Jade looked at Vivian with an accusatory glare. "What's going on?" She demanded.<br/><br/>"I told you, it's a bit of a long story..." Vivian began.<br/><br/>"We've nothing but time now Viv." Jade said, her tone growing cold. "Start talking hun."<br/><br/>Vivian sighed, and began talking. "Well. After that creepy bartender offered us free drinks, you all but took him up on it. You were quite drunk, and decided to go talk to Mr. Hottie, but before you could get there you fell and hit your head on the bar. Mr. Hottie healed your head injury, but you were unconscious for quite a while. During said time, Damon - Mr. Hottie, as you called him - and I had a little bit of a chat. Turns out, he's the guy that the Black King is after."<br/><br/>Jade frowned. "But if he's..."<br/><br/>"He is. And we're presently in his palace."<br/><br/>"How did we get here?" Jade frowned as she began to pace the room.<br/><br/>"He brought us here. After we were attacked by a couple of the King's men." Vivian sat and watched Jade pace. Jade didn't know it, and Vivian didn't plan to tell her, but even when she had no memory of her previous life, Jade moved like the royal she was. "They're dead. Not that anyone will miss them."<br/><br/>Jade nodded and glanced around the room. "So we're prisoners until someone comes to fetch us then." She snorted. "What a load of crap."<br/><br/>Vivian laughed. "It really is, isn't it?" She stood and walked towards the door. "What say you we try to get out of here?" She asked, pulling a bobby pin from her hair.<br/><br/>"Yes." Jade replied enthusiastically.<br/><br/>As Vivian bent down to begin picking the lock, they heard Damon's voice on the other side of the door. "I know you're by the door. Move away. Now."<br/><br/>They heard the distinctive click of the lock turning, and within seconds the door swung open to reveal a shirtless Damon.