Ordinarily, Damon would have proceded with caution. He still wasn’t sure that being stuck here was by accident and part of him knew that he shouldn’t let anyone from this place in. The fact was that they were strangers, some suspicious, and that he didn’t want to have a hand in his own undoing just because he was happy and chatty. But he was so happy and chatty...
“Well...” He was on the verge of spilling it all starting with his stint as a confederate soldier during the Civil War and ending with his arrival in Lawrence, but he managed to restrain himself. “I’m from Virginia. A mall town called Mystic Falls, to be exact.” Damon took a small drink of his whiskey. “I’m really quite boring.” He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows just a little bit. It took a great amount of restraint for him not to brag and elaborate. He did like himself a lot and his favorite topic of conversation was usually, of course, himself.