Enzo has had a rough day. As if being torn between Damon and his gang and Lily and her family of heretics wasn't bad enough, exactly two years had passed since he learned that the love of his life was dead. Killed by his only friend.

So Enzo decided to get drunk. And he succeded, but he's still not satisfied. After drinking his liquor cabinet dry, he made his way to a shabby bar not far from Mystic Falls. But far enough to not encounter anyone he doesn't want to see. The bar is almost empty, the only other costumers are a two men drinking beer and quite loudly discussing something. Enzo makes his way to the counter and sits down.

"A whiskey, please. Make it a big one."

A woman in her late twenties turns around and looks at him. She has short red hair and big green eyes. She's tall, almost like amazon Enzo thinks, but at the same time her pale skin makes her look a bit delicate. She looks sceptical.

"Are you sure? You look like you have had enough."

"I need it. Trust me."

"Oh well, alright. Don't blame me tomorrow, you are going to have the hangover from hell."

She pours him his whiskey and gets back to washing some wineglasses. Enzo sips his drink, but he's still unsatisfied. He watches the bartender working. She bends forward to wipe of the counter and Enzo can't resist checking out her cleavage. Her boobs are round and perky and he imagines they would fit perfectly in his hands. Maybe a hot ginger amazon in his bed would ease the pain? But then his head starts spinning and the bloodlust hits him. He hears her slow and steady heartbeat, he smells the blood and it is almost as if he sees the blood swirl under her pale skin. He licks his lips.

After closing up the bar she stands outside the backdoor to the bar searching her bag for the keys. Enzo sneaks up close behind her and touches her shoulder. She turns around and looks at him with suprise in her eyes. They stand very close, looking in to each others eyes and for a moment Enzo considers closing the gap between them and kissing her senseless. But Enzo wants his girls to want him and he realizes that he's really drunk and that she isn't and this might not be their moment. So he resorts to the original plan. He grabs her shoulders, looks deep in to her eyes and says:

"You are not afraid, you are..."

He is interrupted by her starting to mumble something he does not really understand and soon he finds himself locked against a wall with a strong pressure against his throat. At first he doesn't understand what's happening and then it hits him.

"You're a witch!"

"I thought your kind could smell that or something."

"Well, I'm not really... on the top of my game tonight." Enzo answers and a drunken hiccup proves his point.

"Touch me again and your hangover tomorrow will feel like a good day."

She locks the door, releases her hold on him and walks confident out in the night.