"Make it two," she called after the bartender, flashing up two fingers as he glanced over his shoulder at her sentiment. He might of nodded; Elena couldn't tell and at this point, she didn't really care as long as he brought back the booze and any relief she could get from them. An unneeded breath exhaled into the thick air perfumed with cigarette smoke before she decided to give him an answer. No, you could wait for someone precisely because you had no place to go, no place to be because no one else wanted to be around you right now. Except that person. Right now, that person for Tyler was Elena Gilbert. In the chaos swirling around them, she was the only one who'd stand in his presence. Sadly, she was the only one rational enough to see her friend for what she was: overreacting, overemotional, and just pathetic. Everything she'd been through, they'd been through, and stupid Lockwood was the thing to break her? Please. No, maybe there was something else, there had to be, but Caroline would no doubt confine in only Klaus. Not that it mattered, Elena was still hovering on the cusp of caring and not giving a rat's ass about her best friend.
"Where else are you going to go? No one likes you, remember?" she shot back smoothly. "You broke Caroline and no one's liked me for a while." The bartender returned with their booze, sliding the two glasses to each of them over the counter and Elena quickly retrieved hers, tossing back the whole thing with barely a flinch. "I'll take another," she pushed it forward and suddenly caught the bartender's gaze. "Keep them coming until I say stop." Whether he was human or not, Elena didn't know, but he took her glass and headed back towards the shelf with all the alcohol. She'd find out eventually if her compulsion worked. "Congratulations on that by the way. I never thought I'd see the day Barbie stopped seeing the brighter side of life." Elena offered a pat on his broad shoulder, her hand icy. "I offered to do her in, but she refused." Another shrug and Elena put her hands on the counter, feigning interest in her nails. She really didn't want to talk about Jeremy.
Thankfully, her next Daniels showed up and Elena took just a sip of this one. What was she supposed to say? Would he understand? Understand that all those emotions and now a hell of a lot more were just below the surface, ready to burst out any second. She held it together...barely. "Jeremy's alive. He's real," she blurted abruptly. Her third Daniels went down without further ado or restriction. So much for moderation. Tonight, there just was no such thing.
"And before you say anything. It's still off...sort of." It wasn't really. She was starting to feel things again. Bits of emotion eating away at her fortified fortress and it was slipping away. One more meeting with Jeremy, she'd be in shambles. She was starting to think again, recall her actions and then, the fierce anger at Katherine, the kind that would burn for every day of her eternal life till the other vampire was dead...permanently. All of it was barely contained right now. One look at him, she could see he was simmering too. Everything was piling up, how much longer till that famous temper of his got the better of him? How long before he just went crazy and tore this place apart? Not long.