He almost dropped the bottle, putting it down. "Aw, girly... shit," he slurred, pulling her into a hug, squeezing a little to tight, then loosing it up. He handed her the bottle. "Drink up," he said, giving her a tiny smile.
After a few more drinks, and a couple shots, Damon was very drunk and he didn't know what he was thinking when he said, "Lets go upstairs." He almost fell down as he got off the bar stool.