Damon's eyebrows rose. Him? Turning into Stefan? Never. Only one of the Salvatore children didn't know how to have fun and it certainly wasn't him or Faye. They'd had some pretty wild times over the years, while Stefan sat at home and brooded about eating squirrels or whatever the hell kind of fluffy animal he was eating that particular week. "Fiiine," Damon said with an over-exaggerated sigh, rolling his legs off the side of the couch and pushing himself up to stand. "I don't know what fun you're expecting to have in Mystic Falls, though." Damon hooked up his leather jacket as he passed his sister, watching her out of the corner of his eye. "Unless you're planning to play games with some of the all american boy jocks." Slipping his arms into his jacket, Damon made his way out of the living room and down the dark hallway towards the front door.