Damon sighed as he took a sip of bourbon from his flask. Since it took a lot to get him drunk, the vampire saw nothing wrong with having his flask on him. He was in a slightly sour mood, after the blonde with wings (whom he'd ascertained thought of herself as a Mikaelson) argued with him about getting into the bar. Nick finally intervened and allowed the underaged woman into the bar. (Or girl?) Not that Damon wouldn't do the same for Bonnie or Elena.
He made his way to the bar, pausing to tell a guy to either calm the fuck down or get the fuck out. "Nick, I'm taking a five minute break." They weren't super busy. Damon noticed the guy down the bar and nodded. At least he hadn't caused any problems.