"They taste like shit too," Damon grinned, tossing the towel to the side. "I was in the mood for a fight, so I guess I got one. Some guy on the net said they are attracted to negative stuff, told me to stay positive." He was already laughing without having to say another word. Damon Salvatore wasn't sunny or positive. That wasn't in the cards for his dream self, or his life. He held onto things too tightly. Yes, he had ended well, but there were bits of the dreams that bothered him more than he said.
"Want to stay and try the next one, cause they will be back." Damon could honestly use the break. He felt rough. He didn't have to say that the blood just might be toxic if ingested, did he? "It's good to see you, man. I never thought I'd say that either. What have you been doing?" He slid a glass of Whiskey down the bar and poured one for himself.