47|Complicated

~Elena~

On Friday night, Lyla and Nat dragged me out clubbing; Damon was fetching us our first batch of drinks. Since he knew the owner, we snagged a table dotting the dance floor’s perimeter.

We have a view of the jam-packed bar. Damon was already behind the bar, talking to a fitted guy in uniform. They patted each other on the back, and Damon moved around like one of the employees.

“Damon’s taki