Adjusting his position, Damon took a seat next to Elena. That was the thing with alcohol - It could lift your mood and make you a little crazy, but eventually there was an inevitable crash. He did nothing to fight against the slow dissolving of her alcohol high. Instead he ran his fingers through her hair, stroking her arm in a way that seemed too gentle for him. He chose to ignore the few people that passed the two of them by. Right then it was just him and Elena.
“I’m tired, too.” He sighed and leaned his head back against the brick wall to rest it.
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