Elena had been so lost in her thoughts that when she approached the corner, she didn't see the person rounding it. At least not in enough time to evade him. He ran into her, but it didn't take much to regain her balance. She turned to the other person to make sure he was okay and it was then--and when she heard him speak--that she realized it was Damon. Her eyes fell on the bottle and she rolled her eyes.
"How much have you been drinking, Damon?" she asked, reaching out to grab the arm furthest from the wall to hold him steady. What was he even doing out here like this? Surely he wasn't going to go out into the storm. Was he?