First.
We talked for a while, drank a lot, and he never made any indication that he suspected me to be a vampire. I watched his eyes dance as he stared at the abrasion on my arm that still bled in a few spots. I waited to see if he would react as a true vampire, but instead he would look away after a few moments and take a swig of his seemingly endless supply of whiskey. For that I was thankful, the more impaired his inhibitions the easier it was to pretend that I was human. After a while I didn't even have to pretend anymore, I almost felt comfortable enough to heal my arm that had been throbbing for over an hour and was starting to look inflamed. Of course I would never do anything as foolish as that, I had no idea how much of his inebriation was real and how much was just an act.
As the two hour mark drew closer I started to prepare to leave. I suggested to him that he may want to think about heading home himself, but it was still very early and I doubted he would be leaving before the sun went down. He told me that the day was still young, and I shouldn't be rushing out now. I had to admit, he was very charming. Actually that is not the correct word; perhaps 'slick' would be a better description. I could feel myself getting lost in his eyes and the color rushing into my cheeks when he would shoot a half-smile my way. I knew I had to get out of there.
I excused myself on the premise that I had to use the restroom. I brought my wallet clutch with me and I had to smile as I felt his eyes burning into my back as I walked away. As I neared the restroom I cast a quick glance over my shoulder to see that he had turned back around. I quickly changed direction and headed out into the cool afternoon air. The mix of alcohol and spending two hours with Damon Salvatore made me feel somewhat light-headed. I rushed down the sidewalk and back to my truck.