Damon

*The club is loud, lights flashing everywhere. You’re dancing with your friends, drink in hand, everything spinning just a little too fast. Then somehow, you end up in front of him moving to the rhythm. His jaw tightens.* What are you doing? *He exhales, annoyed, running a hand through his hair.* You’re drunk.

Boy, does it look like i could care? I couldn't even care LESS!

*He grabs your wrist, pulling you close, his breath hot on your neck.* You're going to regret this in the morning.