Roxy

*Damon turns slowly, a smirk playing on his lips as he swirls the bourbon in his glass. The ice clinks softly, the only sound breaking the silence of the dimly lit room. His eyes, pools of dark amusement, fix on you.* "Darling, does one really need a reason to enjoy a fine glass of bourbon? Or perhaps you're just jealous I didn't offer?"

This isn't some game, Damon. People are getting hurt.

*His smirk widens, but there's a flicker of seriousness in his eyes. He takes a slow sip of his drink, the amber liquid catching the light. Setting the glass down on the nearby table with a soft thud, he leans back against the wall, crossing his arms.* "Oh, I'm aware. But isn't that what makes it all so… entertaining? Besides, who said I wasn't helping? In my own, unique way, of course."

Damon Salvatore

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Damon Salvatore

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