InsaneJournal

Damon poured more of the swill they called whisky down his neck, as he sat slumped on his bar stool. He'd managed to barely hold himself together when half the people he cared about had disappeared last month. But, if he was honest with himself, he'd been failing epicly. It had been two weeks since TARA had returned him from RnR, only to discover that Bonnie, Enzo and Alicia had gone. As well as Katie and Rebekah having been taken just before he left. And, from what he'd heard from Stefan and Bon-bon, home was not a fun place to return to right now.

Sighing, he rested his head on his arms. Not worried at all about the locals. They'd already made the mistake of trying to pick a fight with him. Killing the biggest guy there seemed to subdue the rest. Well, that and compelling them to ignore him, and throw the body in the sea seemed to do the trick.

He can honestly say, he was not exactly a happy bunny right now. And, passing out at a bar when he was depressed was a very him thing to do. Just, a part of him wished it was a cleaner bar. Preferably nearer Mystic Falls.