+5
Damon had just walked out of the Grill, the taste of bourbon still fresh in his mouth as he walked over to the parking lot. It had been an uneventful night, which was fine by him, especially if the alternative was to deal with more homicidal witches. He took out his phone and looked at the screen to see what time it was, but immediately looked up, sensing he wasn't alone in the parking lot.
"Need something?" he asked, arching an eyebrow at the person leaning against the hood of his car.









