“I was having a bad, bad day.” He confessed, frowning a little as he spoke. Though Damon was actually one to kiss and tell, he left out the tidbit where he kissed Elena at her doorstep. He didn’t know why he’d kept it to himself. Perhaps because he was wondering if it had happened at all... “Almost got killed.” He elaborated in a plain sort of tone.
“I was walking home and I noticed that the street was different.” Raising his glass, Damon polished off his whiskey. Being a vampire gave him an incredible tolerance for alcohol. On a normal night, after a few more, he might be tipsy. Tonight, though? He was already tipsy. Damon wasn’t sure what to make of the mysterious, happy vibes affecting everyone.