Jeremy was boiling, he couldn't just stand there and watch him charm his way into his sister's pants. He mug of beer from someone's table as he walked over to him and stood between them. "I think you need to cool off, Damon," he spat, pouring the drink on his head, shoving the mug into his stomach. "Elena, you can do so much better," he told her, glancing. "I know I can!" And he turned to storm off.