Note: This was written years ago when Season 5 was airing, and does not take into account any events that have occurred since.
~~...o*0*o…~~
One bottle of bourbon had been consumed, and they had been halfway through a second when they found themselves in Damon's bedroom - or, to be more precise, in his bed.
As they lay there, side by side, suddenly neither of them knew what to say.
In the end, finally, it was Damon who broke the silence. "So, I'm still in love with Elena, even though we're not together anymore. And you still love Maggie, despite the fact she's dead." He paused for a moment before awkwardly asking, "So...what does that make us?"
Enzo thought for a moment before turning to face him and responding, "Well that's simple: I'm 12144, and you are 21051 - we're cellmates." He flashed his trademark mischievous grin at Damon, who couldn't help but return with a smile of his own. "Now, pick yourself up, soldier."