Damon looked up from his tenth shot, and sighed. "Damon," he said, offering his hand. He looked horrible, even for a vampire who healed fast, his eyes were bloodshot and he was still silently crying as he downed his shot of bourbon. "Two more please, make em a double," he muttered to the bartender, who he compelled to keep serving him.
"Why is your Damon a dick?" he asked after a second, sniffling.