Make it a Party || Anya Stanevich
Tonight was a party.
Or at least in Damon's mind it was. He might have had a little too much to drink tonight. What could he say? One flirty conversation with a couple of girls at the bar turned into several drinks, and then next thing they knew - he was dancing with both of them, not who either of them were, but figuring he could probably get a good snack out of them by the end of the night. All of them were way too drunk to to know what the heck they were doing anyway, but all Damon cared about was having a good time. And Damon knew how to do exactly that. Besides, he had a lot of things he'd like to forget, and right now that was easy - given his strategic ways of distracting himself.
But right now, that strategy involved a few more shots.
He walked up to the bar and leaned on it. Narrowing his eyes a bit, he took a look at the bartender's name tag. "Anya. Hello, Anya." He gave a lopsided grin, liking the sight of the blonde little minx behind the counter. "Why don't I just save you the trouble and ask for the entire bottle. Or the entire alcohol supply. I'm sure the owner won't mind. " he said, jokingly.
