Re: Damon and Enzo
"I'll take sweet fuck," Damon smiled, giving him a quick twitch of the brows. "You pick, I'll drink." Bourbon had always been his drink of choice, but if Enzo preferred Tequilla for the night, Damon would oblige.
He watched Enzo making drinks. They really were so alike. It was not surprising that the bond from Augustine was still there. Damon was used to being wanted, craved even in a very physical way. People fell easily for those blue eyes, pouty lips, and one sided smirk. Damon just didn't return those feelings, except in the physical. He stood next to one exception.
"Come on, bartender. I need the good stuff, then there is that talk - which is usually one I avoid, but I seem to have this burning need to know what we are." He also had a need to burn the good things in his life, but this one was not going down like that.