[ if the sight of damon, uniformed or not, causes any reaction from elena, it definitely shows. she was working her way through a group of people when he walks into her path. somehow she can't stop the blink and soft intake of breath - despite how entirely unaffected she has decided to be.
despite the compulsion rebekah put on her days ago. the edges of her lips are straight as she takes in his costume, his comment, and his offer. ] My costume does come with a sword. [ js. she's taking his glass of bourbon, her gaze skirting to the side. she's not thinking of being compelled at all. :| she downs it. you're welcome damon. ]