Damon was sat at the bar of the Mystic Grill, swirling his bourbon in his glass as he though about the dramas of the week, how to kill Katherine.

He looked to his left and saw a girl, she was pretty, she looked somewhat young, she was sitting drink some sort of pink drink.

“Are you even old enough to be drinking?” Damon retorted to the girl, although not moving his gaze to look at her.