"Ugh, who cares?" A hurt look crossed my face. Just when I thought that Damon and I were getting somewhere, he went and made some comment that reminded me of what he was really like. "She left you. She sucks." I felt the hurt that was on my face turn to surprise, then compassion. So he did care.
"Damon..." I struggled to find the right words. "I have to find her. I want to find her, even if she doesn't want to find me. It's like, I found out my entire childhood was a lie, and I just want to know who my real mother is." Despite the fact that he was so drunk he probably had no idea what I was saying, he wrinkled his forehead in confusion.
"Elena, just because you found out the woman who you thought was your mother wasn't your mother, doesn't mean that she loved you any less." He said, sobering up. "She's your mom. Nothing some tramp that abandoned you says or does will change that." I hadn't thought Damon possible of such sentimental, sensitive thoughts. My hands still on the buttons of his shirt, I smiled.
"You're right." I admitted.
"I'm always right." He deadpanned. I rolled my eyes and took my hands off his shirt as I finished the last button and stepped back.
"However, it doesn't change the fact that I want to meet her." I added. He looked displeased. I was surprised that he cared so much about my personal affairs.
"Well, obviously there's nothing I can say to change your mind, but if you need to talk about anything, and my brother is otherwise preoccupied, I'm here, I guess."
"Thanks, Damon. That means...a lot." I said, seriously. "And I'm sorry. About Katherine." I looked down, unsure as to how he would react to this change in subject. His eyes hardened, but his arrogant, cocky smile returned to his face.
"I'm dealing with it," He said with a smug look. "What do you think all the sorority girls and bourbon have been for?" He chuckled to himself.
"What?" I said, thoroughly confused. "Sorority girls...Damon what did you -" I was cut off by Stefan entering the room. "Oops." I heard Damon mutter, with a laugh.
"Elena, we're going to be late." Stefan said, with some mild panic evident in his voice.
"Stefan, are you all right?" I asked, seriously confused befuddled what had just taken place. "What is he talking about?"
"Don't worry about it." He ushered me towards the front door. "Damon," he called. "Make sure you're not in a complete state of inebriation for the auction...please?" His voice almost begged. All he got was a laugh from the living room, where even I could hear the clanking of the bourbon decanter.