Sitting at the bar Damon swiveled the bourbon glass on the counter as he stared at it. Despite recent events he was bored, and what cured boredom more than drinking? Sighing he picked up his glass and took a swig, the sweet burning sensation sliding down his throat. He would have preferred it to be blood. But.
Ever since Elena had planted herself in his life he had quit killing people for the fun of it, which sucked, because that had turned his humanity back on. And Damon without his humanity was much, much more fun. Because unlike his brother he could control himself, he could revel in the advantages of being a Vampire. Now? He was completely in love with his brother’s girl and there was nothing he could do to change it. Oh joy. He so did not understand anyone’s desire to be human.