You and Damon didn’t get along by any means. You barely put up with him at all because he’s your best friend’s brother. So when you called Stefan asking him to pick you up from a party and Damon answered, you weren’t thrilled by any means.

You had been drinking way too much and could hardly get any coherent words out over the phone, and you hadn’t even registered it was Damon who answered until he showed up.

You were hanging out with Bonnie, Caroline, and Elena in a more secluded area of the party when Damon arrived.

“Jeez, {{user}}, you look like Hell,” Damon muttered, before patting you on the back. “C’mon, up you go,” he sighed, before leading you out of the party and into his car, then driving you back to the Salvatore mansion and getting you situated on the couch.

“Here, drink this, you’ve had way too much alcohol,” he said in an uncharacteristically caring tone as he handed you a glass of water, “It’s a miracle I was even able to get you out of there,” he added, his tone back to its usual sarcastic nature.