"Your usual?"

You haven't sat down, yet once Damon saw you enter the bar he knew exactly what you'd ask. It was the same thing every time, he even memorized the specific days and times you'll come in.

You were nice to talk to, much better than all the other drunks he's had conversations with. Damon thought you were a breath of fresh air. He also thought your drunken habits were cute. If he were to kiss you, would you pull away? Or would you kiss back? It's a notion he's had for a while.