Who: Damon (~darkcrow) and OTA (~letsgetwrecked, ~torn_between, ~ilovepickles, ~wantstobehated obviously) What: Having drinks When: Tuesday night, late Where: Local bar, much like the pub in Mystic Falls
Damon had been in the bar pretty much all day, with its never-ending supply of any drink he wanted. And the bartender had no problem keeping them coming. He had been compelled to do so, after all. He would check his phone every thirty seconds (maybe less) to see if Caroline had said anything. Nothing. So he had sent out an invite. Anyone could come, and they could all get wasted. Forget about the damn world for a little while.
He couldn't understand why he felt this way. Why was it that he, of all the Damons here, had to fall for Caroline? But, if he were being completely honest with himself (which he was, since he was so smashed), he had feelings for her before leaving home and coming here. He had been jealous of Mutt and the wolf. How could Caroline want to be with them? They weren't any fun at all. Especially Mutt. He was just a bore.
He continued sitting at the bar, but turned on his stool, elbows propped backward onto the bar as he surveyed the place. Surely someone would be here to keep him company in his eternal loneliness soon.