Dark. Hot. Loud. This was the atmosphere of Sound Barrier tonight, not that it was different from any other Saturday night, but somehow it felt different, more alive, more intense. My body was swaying between those of my two roommates Caroline and Bonnie, my best friends through high school and then college at UCLA. Yesterday we had graduated, so tonight was a celebration and we were going harder than we ever had.

"Hey guys, I'm grab another round of shots and a beer, do you need anything?" I asked as loud as I could. They shook their heads and raised their empty bottles, answering my question.

I pushed through the dancing mass of people and tapped on the bar to get Joe's attention. "What can I do for you Elena?" he asked before already pulling out the tequila bottle.

"Well, looks to me like you already know," I laughed. "I also need 3 Dos Equis if you will. We're going for a record tonight, you only graduate college once." He laughed and went to the cooler to grab the beers. I drummed my hands on the bar and looked around, smiling. I was so unaware of anything else that I missed someone sitting down next to me at the bar until they spoke in my ear.

"You do know pretty girls shouldn't be all alone at the bar, it just leaves an opening for guys like me to hit on you," a smooth voice whispered. I gasped and turned around about to give this guy a piece of my mind, but I stopped when I met his eyes. I knew them, you could never forget blue eyes like these, especially when they belonged to your high school best friend you never admitted you were in love with.

"Damon!" I laughed and hugged him for dear life. He still had the same warm spiced sent and it made me smile harder, to see that in four years he hadn't changed at all.

"Elena Gilbert, it's been awhile," he replied pushing me back at arms length, his eyes traveling up and down me.

"What are you doing here? Last I heard you were still on the other side of the country working for your dad's architecture firm." God it's great to see you, I added mentally.

"You know how my father gets, had to get away for a bit and Stefan had a project to look at here, so I came with. I need a tan anyways, New York's made me pale," he laughed but I could tell there was more to the story by how is eye darkened.

"Well me and the girls are going to be here for another two weeks and then we're heading home to Mystic Falls maybe. We haven't decided if we want to travel all summer or go ahead and look for jobs. You know we're fancy college graduates now." I elbowed him in the side and leaned in for another hug.

"Jeez, Gilbert, when you'd get so lovey dovey? All you used to do was punch me and rack me and insult me."

"Shut up, you loved it."

"Fine, you got me, but I'm glad you've grown out of it!" He then proceeded to punch me. "But I haven't."

"Of course not, Ass. Be a gentleman and help a lady carry her alcohol to the dance floor. Blondie and Witchy would love to see you, but don't call them that, they hate it, if you don't remember." I grabbed his hand and two beers while he grabbed his and the others, and I pulled him through the writhing hot mess of bodies.

It took quite a bit of scouting to find my girls but I finally did, they were grinding on drunken frat looking boys. "Elenaaaa, where have you been? I'm sooooooo thirsty," yelled Caroline. Well she had obliviously had more alcohol in the ten minutes I'd been gone.

"Well, I found this guy and we just hit it off," I giggled as she looked at me and then looked behind me.

"OMG Damon!" Bonnie and Caroline squealed in unison before jumping on him. He gave me a sideways glance, and I smiled, this way payback for the bar incident.

"Okay, guys leave the poor guy alone, you're going to scare him off before he can dance with us." We all looked at one another and smirked, this was going to be interesting, I could tell. Damon finally caught wind of our looks and gulped.

With impeccable timing, the DJ began to play "Sweet Nothing" by Calvin Harris ft. Florence. "I hope you can keep up with us, we dance every weekend here. Let's see if the big bad Damon Salvatore is still as smooth and sexy as ever," I whispered before forcing him in between my intoxicated friends and me.

His hands moved gracefully up and down my sides as we moved together, bringing back a familiar burning feeling I hadn't felt in years. I leaned further back into his chest, enjoying the high I was riding on. This man, he had no idea how sexy he was but I never failed to let him know…

"Damon, dance with me. I'm bored and this is such an amazing song," I said as I turned up the stereo. He just looked at me from my couch and rolled his eyes, showing he had no intentions of giving me what I wanted. I danced my way over to him and grabbed his hand, singing the lyrics to "Does He Treat You Right" by the Pigott Brothers.

He rolled his eyes once more and stood up from the couch, moving behind me, and placing his hands on my sides. After a minute or so, I got frustrated by his lack of dancing, "Am I gonna have to get you drunk or something? Or look like Katherine for the sexy, older Salvatore brother of Mystical Falls to dance with me?"

"No, you're beautiful just the way you are, I'm just not in that great of a mood, if you can't tell. But thanks for the sexy comment, it went straight to my ego," he chuckled and winked.

"God, men! I take it back, you're the most awful thing to look at," I laughed loudly as I hit him on the chest.

Hours had passed and my high heels were killing my feet and Bonnie and Caroline looked like they were going to pass out any minute now. I had quit drinking hours ago, after meeting Damon at the bar; instead I danced and talked with him. "Girls, lets go home, Damon said he'd drop us off on his way to his hotel."

We all stumbled out of the club and slid into Damon's mustang that he had waiting on the curb. This man could never have just a simple car, he drove a 1967 blue Camaro in high school, and now his rental car was a GT Mustang. God, he'd never change. The ride home was silent and I exchanged a few side ways glances at Damon, but I wasn't sure what else to talk to him about. I hadn't shut up all night, I'm sure his head was hurting from my incessant babble.

"We're here, now you drunk college graduates get out of my car, I'm tired and my bed's calling my name," he joked.

"I'll be right up girls," I spoke as they got out of the car. They gave me a weird look but when into the apartment after a minute.

"Thanks for tonight, it's the most fun I've had in a long time," I breathed as I looked down, not wanting to see what look Damon had on his face.

"Same here, I'll see if I can do lunch tomorrow at the beach if you're still up for it. Stefan needs a wingman for the first meeting with his clients but I'm free after that." He squeezed my hand and kissed me on the cheek.

I smiled a bit and handed him my number, written on the back of some business card for at therapist. "Hope to see you soon then, Goodnight Damon." I exited the car and walked up my front steps, trying not to explode from the new found tightness in my chest. I could tell that by him being back in my life would cause more trouble then good, but I didn't care. To feel like this for a couple of days was worth the heartache that would follow when he left.