Damon looked terrible. It hurt Brooke to see him like that, even if he wasn't her Damon. In fact, right now, she thought her Damon deserved to be the miserable one. He had been way out of line and if he couldn't see why she was annoyed, he wasn't the man she'd thought he was.
Brooke slid onto the bar stool beside Damon and dumped her bag onto the bar top, taking hold of the shot glass and downing the drink as soon as the barman poured it. She shuddered at the strong taste before slamming the glass back down onto the wood with a thunk, nodding for a refill.
"Wanted to eat some girl," she said with a shrug. It didn't sound too bad, but Damon knew about her past and all the trauma she'd been through. "Yours is worse," she muttured, glancing sidewards at Damon with a sympathetic look.