A/N: Here is a little short story about when you get Damon wasted. I hope you enjoy (:
Disclaimer: TVD, Damon Salvatore, Elena Gilbert, and Stefan Salvatore belong to L.J. Smith.
"Damon, are you drunk?" asked Elena when she walked into the Living room of the Salvatore Boarding house. Damon was dancing around with a bottle of Bourbon in his hand. He looked over towards her, and stumbled backwards.
Elena ran up too him, and snatched away the bottle of Bourbon, and sat it down on the end table. "Don't everrrr take away a man's Bourbon" hiccupped Damon, and he fell forwards onto Elena. "You smell like roses on a summers day" sung Damon, and he sniffed loudly against Elena's neck.
"Damon get off of me" shrieked Elena, and she pushed him off her and he tumbled backwards straight onto his bum. "Ouchie, kiss my ass better hoe" he cried, and moved his butt in the air. "I rather not" said Elena in disgust.
"Stay right here Damon, I am going to call Stefan." Warned Elena, and she went off to the kitchen and dialed Stefan's number.
*Ringing*
"Hello?"
"Hey Stefan, it's Elena. Damon is drunk, really drunk. Can you get over here now."
*Music started blasting in the living room, it was playing 'Miley Cyrus'*
"What's that sound?"
"Damon not following my orders, See you soon. Hurry."
"Bye, love you."
"Love you too Stefan"
*Click*
Elena rushed back into the living room, there dancing around in cowboy boots, and his boxers, and a leather jacket was Damon. "I got the best of both worlds, chill it out take a slow, then you rock out the show" sung Damon.
Elena sprinted towards the Stereo and turned it off. "Damon where did you get the boots?" asked Elena. "Stefan's closet" he chuckled and continued dancing to the silence. Elena grabbed Damon's hair and jerked him to the couch, "Ouch! Stop pulling my baby hairs" he whined.
"Damon you're not a baby! You are 145 years old." Groaned Elena, and she plopped down on the couch beside him. He started leaning forwards and did a face plant into the floor. "Ouch, the damn floor hit me" he growled, and remained laying on the floor, he soon drifted off into a deep sleep.
Stefan walked into the room, "Where is he?" he asked. Elena smiled, and motioned her head towards Damon, "Passed out in the middle of the floor, in YOUR cowboy boots." Giggled Elena. "What?" questioned Stefan, and he walked over to Damon. "Oh… those."
Elena lifted her eye brow, and then shook her head, "Let's get him upstairs." Said Stefan. Elena nodded and took her feet, and Stefan grabbed his arms and the carried him up to Damon's (his) bedroom.
They gently laid him on his bed, and removed the cowboy boots, and leather jacket. "I never want to see this man drunk again" warned Elena. "Trust me, he never gets this wasted, there must be a reason" said Stefan, completely puzzled.
Stefan looked over to Damon's TV Center, and saw a DVD box, he picked it up and read the title out loud, "The Notebook. Of Course, Damon has always been a sucker for chick flicks" smirked Stefan, and he looked over at Elena, and she bursted out in laughter.
"Burn the movie, hide the Bourbon" she simply said, and left the room. Stefan walked over to Damon's side, "It's alright Damon, it makes me cry too. NOT" said Stefan and he walked out of the room catching up with Elena.
A/N: Well that's it. I hope you enjoyed, not the best, but I tried. (: review please.