"You'll love it. The view, the bed, the company," he murmured to the younger vampire, pressing a kiss down into the top of his head. He was protective of Damon, just as he was of Pam and Godric, and that protectiveness also came with knowing a gentler side of Eric. It wasn't something everyone saw--most people thought he was an asshole with a heart of ice, and they were mostly right, but he was loyal and deep underneath that chilly exterior, he was capable of an intense love.
He took a gulp of the glass of bourbon before answering Damon's question. "I have been stuck in Louisiana with Pam, running our bar in Shreveport. We came out here for a change of scenery...," Eric ended with an amused tone, looking down to watch Damon's hand slipping under the black of his tank top and along the cool flesh of his stomach. The blond's lips curled up into a smile. "Are you trying to get fucked in the corner of a club, Damon?" He laughed. "Come here." And then he was pulling the man into another kiss, fingers carding through black hair to hold him close, tongue twining with Damon's and slipping through his mouth.