@selfservingnarcissist
Being anywhere but the compound was preferred. Even escaping to the room that was his hardly lasted all that long, not when one sibling or another managed to come through and need something of him. Couldn’t even run through his brother’s supply of bourbon in peace. He was cautious as he aimed to avoid another conversation with Katerina or Elena that he would deem unpleasant, walking through the door of one of the many bars the Quarter held. A small groan came upon seeing Damon, finding his self loathing far more recognizable than anything. Not that it stopped him from taking a seat next to him and ordering himself a drink. “Mr. Salvatore,” he greeted, “I suppose with the addition of your brother I should have expected you.”