Vampire Diaries Imagines

Drunk Song - Damon Salvatore

Damon leaned against the bar in Mystic Grill, a glass of bourbon in his hand. His brother Stefan, along with their friends Alaric, Elena, and Bonnie, gathered around him, eager to hear stories from the past from each one of them who was willing to tell.

The older Salvatore brother smirked, his eyes glinting mischievously as he silently recalled to himself a story that he never could forget no matter how hard he tried and how bad she wanted him to. "Alright, my turn and God knows I will pay for this one later," he began, taking a sip of his drink. "I have a tale from the 1940s, a memory involving none other than our very own Miss YN YLN."

Stefan raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile spreading across his face. "Oh, this should be good," he said, settling in for the story. "If it's the one I'm thinking of, you might as well be good as dead come morning, brother."

Damon let out a small chuckle before he cleared his throat, a playful gleam in his eyes. "Picture this: 1943, a small-town dance, and a young, innocent YN who had just arrived in town. Still very much human, mind you, and a little too much on the buzzed side for her own well-being," he started, his voice filled with nostalgia. "Now, YN was trying to impress a certain someone at the dance, and she had this plan to show off her incredible singing skills that she's never dared to show off since that day, which is a bummer in and of itself because she truly is fantastic."

Alaric chuckled, leaning closer. "Such a shame, but please continue," he said, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

The blue-eyed Salvatore grinned, relishing in the memory. "Well, she took the stage, all confident and ready to dazzle the crowd, and they were ready to listen. Some of the people in the crowd knew what she could, had heard her before since her father was a well-known Broadway star during that time," he continued. "But as soon as she opened her mouth to sing, her voice cracked, and she let out the most ear-piercing screech you can imagine. Drunk singing for YN is not her strong suit."

Laughter erupted from the group as they imagined a young, mortified YN trying to recover from an embarrassing moment. Elena covered her mouth, struggling to contain her giggles.

Just then, the doors to Mystic Grill swung open, and YN, now a fierce and powerful vampire, walked in, her eyes widening as she caught the tail end of her best friend's story.

"Damon!" she exclaimed, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "I can't believe you're telling them that embarrassing story! You promised me that you would never make me relive that." She said after sitting down next to him, covering her eyes.

Damon put a loving hand on her back, but a devilish grin had plastered itself on his face. "Well, YNN," he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "It's all in good fun, and it just goes to show that even back then, you were always full of surprises just not the supper badass kind that everyone knows you for today."

YN rolled her eyes playfully, a smile tugging at her lips. "Yes, well, you better have an equally embarrassing story ready for yourself," she retorted, her voice filled with mock seriousness. "Just know, you are so dead later. Because killing my best friend in public is highly frowned upon even when well deserved."

The room fell into a comfortable silence as they watched the playful banter between Damon and YN, their friendship shining through even in the most embarrassing of moments.