He hadn’t even been able to get a word in before he found himself hugged and clung to. These two were obviously happy drunks which Damon supposed was better than them being sad drunks or violent drunks. It seemed to be the lesser of two (three?) evils.
“Cut off, huh?” Damon asked, smiling slightly because he just had to. This was way better than Jersey Shore even if he was still a little worried about Elena and this mess she was in. She didn’t seem to mind, though. At least there was that.
“I think I’ll skip a drink tonight.” He thought it was a smart decision. He was the designated chaperone. If he were to get even tipsy... That would lead to all sorts of trouble, though probably not entirely unpleasant.