"He's a meanie." Elphie said, crossing her arms over her chest. She caught the look Elena gave her, and she could only smile, or rather smirk, in response. Of course, she had no interest in Damon, she just was a bit of the physical type when drunk, apparently. She leaned back against a stool.
But it wasn't very long before her thoughts turned back to Galinda. Oh she was hopelessly in love with the blonde. She lowered her gaze to the floor, suddenly forgetting that there were other people around. She couldn't help but fall into a world of what if's and maybe's. But she knew better than to hope any of it could come true. Elphie knew what happened when she hoped for something. She usually just ended up with a broken heart.
Shaking her head, Elphie looked back up at Elena and Damon, and suddenly felt a little like the third wheel. A small smile crossed her face as she heard Damon talk about blurry vision. "So it's good I called you. Because I'd be a bad escort home."