Alex sits with Damon for a while longer. She's fascinated by him, even though he does not say much. There's just something about him that's different. She just doesn't know what that something is.

She starts to get annoyed when he keep ordering shots. When the bartender walks away from him, Alex pulls her to the side. "Don't bring him anymore after this no matter how much he begs or pleads." What Alex doesn't know is that with Damon's super hearing, he hears what she says.

She turns back to face him. He looks different up close than far away. The bottom half of his face is dark, meaning he hasn't shaved for a few days, and he keeps avoiding eye contact with Alex, meaning there's something he's trying to avoid or something she doesn't know that he will figure out by looking at his said, cold eyes.

After minutes of silence, Alex tries to start a conversation. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," he chokes. He's chugging down a beer he just ordered. Alex did not think that one through.

"You don't look fine."

"What do you care?"

"I don't."

"Then leave me alone."

"Fine."

Alex gets up to leave. As she walks away from the stool, her foot gets caught and she falls forward. Her wand falls out of her boot without her knowing. Her face heats up from embarrassment, and she can feel every single eye on her.

"Good one, klutz."

Alex shoots daggers at Damon and stands up. She brushes herself off. She's had enough of him. She takes the beer out of his hand and puts it behind the counter. She crosses her arms at him.

"What the hell?"

"You obviously have a problem. You need to go home."

He rolls his eyes and stands up. He tries to walk to the door, but stumbles on his way there. Alex holds him up. "You're drunk," she states.

"No crap."

Alex has her hand rested on his chest to help keep him up. It's firm and muscular. Alex tries to keep herself from blushing. "Then I'll drive you home since you obviously can't." She holds out her hand to him. "Give me the keys."

He shakes his head. "You're gonna steal 'em," he slurs.

Alex never really had much experience with a drunken man before, but she isn't about to let him drive himself to his place. "Then give me your phone."

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his keys, placing them into her hand, which she grips the second she feels the metal on her palm. She pulls him out to the parking lot and he points at one of the cars. It's an old one. Alex isn't sure she'll be able to drive that.

She puts him in the passenger seat and she sits in the driver's seat. After she starts the car she looks over at him. He's watching her intently. "What are you staring at?"

He smirks. "You're a pretty little thing, aren't ya?"

Alex looks back in front and starts driving away.

"My house is the old one."

"That does not help me."

"Yes it does. It's the only house in this town from the 1800s."

"If you do not recall, I've only been here for a day!" Alex yells.

He sighs. "Make a left ahead, then a right, then straight for a little less than a mile and you'll be there."

Alex does what he says. She had no other choice, really. His directions were accurate because she pulls up to an old Victorian style house. It DID look like it was from the 1800s. She pulls the car into the driveway and looks over at Damon. "You're home."

He groans. "I don't want to be here."

"Why not?"

"Them."

Alex give him a confused look. "Them? Who's them?"

Damon starts to answer but stops himself. "Try loving someone who is dating your sibling."