"Yeah, well, Senior Tequila is not your friend, remember?" Elena giggled. She had seen Jenna on tequila too many times and, while it was hilarious, now probably wasn't the time for that kind of hilarity.
Elena pulled her legs up under her on the couch, leaning back against the arm so she could look at her aunt comfortably. "It's way too late for that," Elena shrugged, readily taking the bottle when it was offered back to her. She took another sip then let it down to rest on her thigh, holding the neck loosely in her hand.
"Yeah," Elena said, a little smile twitching the corners of her mouth upwards. "Damon." She looked down at the bottle of bourbon - Damon's bottle of bourbon - as she though how unlikely this situation must seem to Jenna. The last time she'd seen Jenna at home, she had been well and truly Stefan's girlfriend and now... well, now she was Elena Salvatore and it was Damon's ring she wore on the fourth finger of her left hand. "Weird, huh?"
(OOC: Are we assuming Elena's told Jenna she's a vampire too?