Tyler made his way to the bar. The blood on Damon's face really didn't look healthy. It was too dark; if Tyler didn't know better he'd say it was black. But, of course, he didn't know better. It probably was black. "Guess you'd better pour me one now then," he said, taking a seat at the stool. "They tough then? I stayed in all last night and haven't actually seen one of the suckers yet."
Tyler wasn't very worried. As a hybrid, he was stronger than Damon. And there was a whole lot less that could kill him, unless one of the Grimms took off his head.