( london preens, sam smiles, and damon's chest feels just that much lighter. there's been a lot to deal with recently, with stefan's arrival and navigating this strange friendship with elena, plus the onslaught of feelings about memories he doesn't want to acknowledge he even has... sam doesn't make everything okay, because damon is not a teenager and this isn't some crappy twilight knockoff, but he reminds damon how to breathe. )

Alcohol like that wasn't meant to be kept to yourself either, I take it? ( he raises his eyebrow, smirking just a little, and takes the bottle. ) Any specific occasion, or are we drinking to drink?