Damon Salvatore is not sentimental. In fact, he would probably rip your head off for even suggesting such a thing.
So what if he met up with a friend, an acquaintance, to have a drink? Drinking alone depressed him. No, that didn't make him human; not like his pathetic brother tried so hard to be. Delusional idiot.
It still shocked him how after all this time his brother had such hope. So much faith in good.
Good did fuck-all if you asked Damon. Nothing stopped innocent men from death, kind girls from damnation or yet another child from attending their parent's funeral.
You were kidding yourself if you thought otherwise. You were kidding yourself if you pretended not to feel guilty either.
So yes, Damon went to have a drink with a friend, not an acquaintance. Yes, he meets him for some scotch every evening.
Yes, every morning a half-empty glass of scotch is found on Alaric Saltzman's grave and Damon Salvatore wakes up with a scream in his throat and tears in his eyes.
Everyone still believes that Damon Salvatore is not sentimental.
A/N: so I've just posted my first ever story XDDDD
Constructive criticism and reviews would be much appreciated (hint hint) XD