This is the worst night of her life. Caroline Forbes has had her fair share of dating mishaps, and trust her, she wouldn't trade being single for any of them. However, right now, this might just be the worst night of her life. A shudder runs through her as she listens to the sloppy slurping coming from her right. Clenching her eyes shut, she tries to erase the noise of Little Gilbert and Bonnie swallowing each other's saliva. Worse, she thinks the image of Elena straddling Damon Salvatore, (grinding against him so aggressively they might as well be in a shady hotel room) is burned permanently onto her retinas.

Fortunately, her best friend radar detects a miserable Stefan at the bar, engrossed in conversation with Matt. Sliding off her seat (and practically crawling under the table to avoid getting cooties off the couples) she strides over to the bar, flicking her perfectly curled hair for good measure . Pulling the rickety old bar stool out, and plopping down onto the seat, Stefan watches her whilst sipping his whiskey.

"Cola, diet please. Thanks Matt."

Matt nods and walks away, and Caroline immediately settles down into comforting mode. Stefan waves her away.

"Today is not the day for this, Caroline."

"Stefan, your perfect girl is sucking your brothers guts up through his mouth! You have a right to be sad. Or jealous. Or angry."

"You know you're like a fangirl on crack, right? Face it, this ship has sunk." He asks her, his green eyes scanning her outfit.

"Excuse me! You and Elena, epic. Plus, you didn't make me want to vomit, and that's always a bonus. And I'm dressed like a hooker because we weren't meant to be going clubbing, but obviously that's not going to happen anymore."

"So go on your own. You're a good looking girl, Caroline. And you have a personality to match. You should get out and enjoy yourself."

Laughing, she points an accusing (but perfectly manicured) finger at him.

"You should take your own advice not be sitting here, moping about, drowning your sorrows."

"Oh," Stefan nods, and waits for Matt to give Caroline her drink, "but drowning would require more alcohol. I am merely dampening my sorrows."

"Don't be so miserable, Stefan. Go out, find a girl, and stop... going all... depressing."

"Me? Why don't you?"

"I do try, Stefan. It's just all the guys I like, are either assholes or just plain don't like me."

"Hey," Matt shouts over, "I better not be in the asshole catergory."

Ignoring him, Stefan places his hand on her shoulder.

"You won't be alone forever, Caroline. One day, you're going to find a guy who's going to show you the world and you're going to be happy and so sickening to watch, it'll be worse than a Katherine Heigl film."