Of names, grandmothers and tequila

Stefan Salvatore was sprawled across his bedroom floor, his feet touching his older brother's hand and Damon's feet touching the head of their unofficial best friend/vampire hunter, Alaric Saltzman. Each of them had a bottle by their side, Stefan embracing his last, half-empty tequila as if he were never to drink again. Damon waved his hand pleading his brother to give him a sip.

„No! You have your own drink, Damon! My tequila only loves me," he yelled and tapped his brother's fingers with his foot.

„Jerk. Ric?"

„Yeah?" he asked, barely conscius, lifting his head up from the floor. „I'm not giving you my liquor either."

„Technically, it's mine."

„You can't have it anyway."

Damon rested his head against the door of Stefan's closet, closing his eyes and pouting his lips. He wasn't drunk enough for his likings.

„Can I ask you something, guys?" they heard Stefan say with the smell of alcohol coming from his mouth.

Damon opened his eyes and Ric tried to get up, but failed. Instead, he kept lying on the floor and just supported his head with his hands.

„Did you ever think about what you would name your children?"

Damon opened his mouth the second Stefan closed his. „Not that it would happen... If I had a girl, Adria."

„That's... quite uncommon," he heard Ric say with a pinch of laughter in his voice.

„What do you care, I like it. You'd have your kid named after some long time dead relative."

„I will have you know my grandmother was a very nice woman and if I had a daughter she would proud to be named Cecilia after such a kind person!"

The Salvatore brothers broke in laughter as Alaric took another, long sip from his bottle of cherry schnapps.

„Stef?"

„Huh?" he looked confusedly to his brother.

„Name?"

„Oh. I thought you knew, Laura."

„My mom's name was Laura," they heard Ric say.

„Ours too," Damon replied. „And boys?"

„Dante," said Stefan and took another sip of his tequila.

„Levi. Jenna liked Levi."

„Lennox," said Damon, earning another amused look from Ric.

„Where do you get those?"

„You have no say in this! Look at your name!"

Stefan smirked at the arguement between his brother and their favorite vampire hunter. „This is gonna be gooooood."

„I didn't choose my own name, Damon!"

„You could have changed it! Or go by your middle name!"

„Yeah, Cornelius is so much better." Alaric turned his head to his left when he heard a loud thump: Stefan fell down to the floor and rolled around like a puppy in training, losing his breath as he laughed.

„This," he tried to say through the laughter, „cannot be true."

„If it's of any console, his is probably just as bad."

„Not worse than yours, brother."

„Is that so, Archibald?" said Damon, doing his eye thing, the one that everyone hated.

„Oh yes,... You know what, I won't tell him yours."

„Excellent."

„But, if you do, I swear I will compell anyone you choose to name their child... Tequila."

„Matt Donovan?"

„You got it."

Damon lifted his upper body and extended his hand to Ric in a handshake.

„Damon Hezekiah Salvatore, pleasure to meet you."