Elena wasn't so sure about that. She'd seen Damon when he was drunk before, and he did tend to get stupid. With all of the stuff going on back home and emotions running high for everyone, he had started to get more volatile. But even then, it didn't necessarily have to be a fight. "I didn't mean just fighting," Elena replied as she leaned back against the wall next to him and slid down to the floor. "If you're going to stay in the dark, quiet hall, I may as well keep you company."