'Well, well, well, if there were such pretty ladies back home I'd never have left. Small towns always are a hit-and-miss, aren't they?'

Tyler had passed out at some point, after ingesting over half a bottle of a nice man called Jose Quervo. God bless him. When his eyes opened, his head began to pound like a thousand tiny men were mining up there. It took a moment to realize why he woke up. But when he turned his head, he saw Katherine Pierce laying next to him in the over sized bed. He groaned, and he could tell by her breathing that she was not asleep. "Should I even ask how this whole situation came about, or should I offer the memories up as sacrifice to the gods of Tequila and unholy things?"