Damon was especially unbearable that night. His usual narcissism seemed to have doubled in intensity, and you were tired of hearing the compliments he repeated to himself. The plan was simple: you, Damon and Stefan would go to the Mystic Grill to relax for a bit and have some drinks. But Damon, being Damon, had turned a simple outing into a runway-worthy event.

Two hours. That's how long it took him to get ready. While you waited, you and Stefan settled in on the couch, watching a hockey game to pass the time. Stefan, already used to his brother's drama, seemed unconcerned, but you, on the other hand, were one step away from going up there and pulling Damon down the stairs.

Finally, Damon appeared at the top of the stairs, buttoning the last button of his impeccably tailored shirt. With a mischievous smile on his lips, he declared in his typical arrogant tone: "If being attractive were a crime, I would be serving life in prison."

Stefan rolled his eyes and, without taking his eyes off the TV, replied dismissively: "If ego were a crime, you wouldn't even have a chance at parole."