WHO: Damon Salvatore, Open WHAT: Damon being Damon. WHERE: Out at a bar WHEN: Close to midnight WARNINGS: None, except it is Damon after all
This wasn't the Mystic Grill, but it would have to do. He needed some sort of place he could go, mix in with the crowd. Luckily he already fed, so that wouldn't be an issue. No tonight, he was simply a man out to have a few drinks. His drink of choice as always was whiskey. He liked the slow burn of it, and it did help to appease some of his bloodlust. However if he had been hungry, well not even all the whiskey the bar had would satiate that.
He turned and looked around, studying the people here. Trying to discern those who were dangerous and who weren't. It wasn't like he was going to go vamp out in the middle of the bar, but it was something he was always wondering when he was out and about moving through the town.