Drinking Buddies - Damon Salvatore
Despite being underage, human and a girl, you loved drinking bourbon with Damon and Alaric. The three of you would sit in Damon’s sitting room, drinking his expensive liquor. Sometimes, they would bug you about not doing your school work. Some times you would bug Alaric about not marking your essay.
But most times it consisted of bugging Damon for being, well, Damon.
“So you just let her walk away?” You asked, raising your eyebrow at the raven haired vampire who sat across from you, Alaric on the same couch. “Even though she knew you were a vampire and wasn’t afraid to tell the world?”
“I’m with Y/N on that one, why the hell did you let her go?” Alaric asked, taking a sip of his drink.
“She was hot, I have needs. What, was I expected to kill her? Is that how you really think of me?” Damon protested.
“Spend enough evenings drinking with you and you begin to think a lot of things about you, Damon,” you shot back, which you earned a glare from him.
“So what I let her live,” Damon said with a look to both you and Alaric. “Aren’t you guys pro life?”
“Yes, but you are not,” Alaric huffed, taking a sip of his drink.
And sometimes the evening was more depressing. Whenever you felt down, you would sit in between Alaric and Damon, usually leaning against Damon’s chest with your feet up in Alaric’s lap. These nights weren’t often, but when they did happen, the two men watched you like hawks. Alaric would monitor your alcohol intake, not wanting you to get wasted and do something you would soon regret, while Damon let you cry it out on his chest.
Despite constant teasing, sometimes the odd rude comment, there was nothing more you loved than hanging out and drinking with Damon and Alaric. They were never quick to judge you, and always made sure you were feeling alright.
They basically were your best friends and fathers.
A lot of people disapproved of you hanging out with Damon so much. But what they didn’t see was Damon’s soft side, constantly protecting you and ensuring your safety before anyone else’s, including Elena’s.
One day, you thought you were alone in the Salvatore home. You had had a horrible day, getting into a fight with Elena and Bonnie. Caroline had sided with you, thankfully, but Bonnie and Elena had been accusing you of hooking up with Damon behind Elena’s back.
Damon was your best friend, sure, but you would never do that to Elena.
So you laid down on the couch, only wanting to cry. You put your hand over your eyes, willing yourself to sleep. Perhaps when you woke up you would feel better.
You were almost asleep when you heard the clinking of crystal, and liquid being poured into a glass. Opening your eyes and turning your head, Damon was approaching you with two glasses of bourbon in his hands.
“Sorry, I thought you weren’t here,” you whispered hoarsely. “I just-”
“You don’t have to apologize for coming here,” Damon said as he nudged the glass into your hand, before lifting your feet to sit down. When he was settled, he continued. “You know this house is always open to you. And don’t worry about explaining yourself, Caroline already called ahead and I made sure I was home when you got here.”
You let out a weak smile, before your lips started to quiver. “I just,” you began. “I can’t believe Bonnie and Elena would accuse me of that. Sure, I won’t deny that you’re attractive, but you’re also my best friend, I would never want things to be awkward with us and I would also never do that to Elena. The idea that she even assumes that I would do that hurts.”
Damon hummed, on hand resting on your knee gently. “I will talk to Elena,” He said. “You don’t deserve that, after all, you’re always risking your life for her. That isn’t fair. But for now, my wonderful best friend, why don’t we just drink and not worry about what happened today, alright?“ And it was moments like this that you knew Damon was the best possible thing that could happen to you.