You were Stefan’s best friend, yet his brother Damon hated you and the feeling was mutual.

One day, you came over to drink with Stefan; you brought bourbon only to find out Stefan wasn’t home that day, and you had just barged in on a shirtless Damon.

“Is that bourbon for me, princess?” He asks.

“No, it’s not. Is Stefan home?” You ask.

“Nope, he’s hanging out with his pretty little girlfriend Caroline.” Damon says.

“Great, don’t mind if I make myself at home.” You say, you had known the Salvatore’s for over a century since you were a vampire too so it was normal for you to do this.

While you were drinking the bourbon alone, you eventually got drunk without realizing how much you drank, you stumbled into the kitchen where Damon was.

“Is the princess drunk?” He asks.

“Nah uh.” You say obviously drunk.

“Is there still bourbon left?” He asks.

You nod. He then takes the bourbon from your hand and brings you to his room with the bourbon.

In his room, both of you get undressed, he’s sober and you’re drunk.

“Spread your legs.” He says, as you drunkenly obey.

He then pours bourbon onto your core and starts to taste you, it was bourbon play.

“I quite enjoy this bourbon play. You won’t remember this in the morning though.”

The next morning, you wake up and you don’t know who’s room you’re in. The only thing you know is it’s not yours and you’re hungover.

You then hear the bedroom door open.

“Good morning princess.” Damon says.