"Enough to keep myself occupied, mother hen," he replied sarcastically when he noticed it was Elena. ...Or one of them. And she was rolling her eyes at him. Surprise surprise. "I'm not drunk." At least not that drunk, he didn't say. More...pleasantly buzzed. It was a nice feeling, especially on these days that were much too long for comfort with the girl he loved more than anything holding onto him, her warm skin sending a bit of a shiver through him. He was tempted to shake her off, but decided against it, just standing there, leaning against the wall to take another sip of the liquor. "What are you doing out and about? Don't you know Stefan's evil twin probably roams the hall with his brother for innocent little doppelgangers to cage up?" He wasn't serious...mostly.