[ Elena's not sure how safe that is, playing into Damon's cards. There's really no telling what he's up to, and she has half a mind to dig out her headset and figure it out. If only she could text. Elena convinces herself not to bother quickly enough; she's here with Caroline right now, for a reason.
Plus the mention of getting drunk and hooking up with Damon has Elena blanching, eyes widening, lips parting.
Not that she hooked up with Damon - while drunk - oh god, but she was drunk that night and thank god she doesn't think Caroline saw and she had a moment to look away and compose herself. ] I didn't know there was a baseball team. [ Nice save, Gilbert. ] Who do they even play?