To say Damon was bored here was pretty much a giant understatement. He'd take quaint little Mystic Falls over this place, with its stupid storm brewing and locking everyone indoors, and all the...hims running around, not to mention the amounts of doppelgangers. Damon hated being stuck in one place for a long time, he was used to freedom, but braving the storm and coming home soaking wet wasn't worth it. So he took to drinking and wandering the halls when he didn't feel like sleeping or sitting around anymore. It wasn't much, but it was enough.
Today was pretty well the same as yesterday, he was walking about the apartment complex, bottle of bourbon in hand which he occasionally took a sip from, welcoming the burn of the alcohol. He was in the middle of a mid-drink when he turned the corner and ran into someone. A tiny someone. He almost dropped the bottle, but put his hand to the wall to steady himself. "Christ..."