Stefan gave Enzo one glance, a flicker of recognition before taking another swig of his bourbon, very nearly forcing himself off the bar stool by the force of rolling his own eyes (an inherited trait akin to Damon), but he decided to stay put. An amused smile worked its way onto his face whilst his eyes remained uninterested, landing on the drink of choice Enzo might order.
"Funny, y e a h. Actually, I was just thinking about trying a disease riddled heart, to see if it gave some extra kick." Stefan jabs back, brows raising finally to see how it lands - just how much Damon shared about the consumption. "Not as uh, troubled as you, I'd estimate you're pretty lonely around here without my brother to bother, huh?"
"Is that my heart you're referring to? You don't think you'll get away with that for a third time, do you?" Enzo asked. He still had no idea what the other remembered but Enzo remembered everything and he wasn't going to let him get away with it, "I'm sure I can find other forms of entertainment. Your spiralling for one."















