"I'll hold you to it. My birthday better be fucking epic, since you're officially planning it now. And I like variety in my strippers, just so you know," Emerson said with a grin, meaning every bit of it. He wasn't known for his love of social functions, so when he held them? They had to be fantastic to the point of being offensive in some way. Like his typical Welcome to Town basket.
"Yours would be Salvatore. He doesn't suck. Well, beyond the literal sucking, I'm sure being a vampire and all. But it's not like we're best friends who do each other's nails and gossip either," he remarked, referring to Damon, who would be Jack's head honcho. "There are some decent folk and some jackasses everywhere. You should be able to tell who the good apples are if you have half a brain."
He had to laugh about the handcuff comment though. "You broke the handcuffs? Doesn't that defeat the purpose of having handcuffs?"