He sighed, waving over the bartender so he could make Emily a drink. “You’re not any sort of girl, Emily. And powerful witches like you have an agenda?”

With a roll of his eyes, he pushes the door open, holding it for his brother as he walked into the he night air. There was no point in arguing, he’d lose that anyways. He stops just outside, crossing his arms. “Have you heard from Elena?” He’d ask casually.

“Sorry.” He apologized, quickly finishing off his drink. He wasn’t exactly mr. Friendly as of late. “And you haven’t changed at all. How’s it back in the land of the living?”

Oops is all you have to say?

Girl —

Well, that was rude.

A simple ‘excuse me’ would suffice.

Where?

You’d know about that, wouldn’t you?

He grinned over at her, obviously looking smug. “You expect me to hit the ground by myself?”

He too shrugged, trying to remain unphased. It wasn’t like he told Elena to go away not too long ago. . “I don’t think she’ll be contacting me any time soon, Damon.”

Obviously not, Damon.

Uh actually, nevermind, carry on.

He watched her curiously. Seemed whatever force it was that brought her back, did so independently and without her knowledgeable. And now he was intrigued. “But who would bring you back? And for what?”

“I don’t have a sour face, Lexi.” The Salvatore would mutter, taking the shot and downing it quickly. “Why are you so chirpy today anyways?”

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