Damon Salvatore: I will always choose you.

Secrets revealed

EDITED//12-29-21
One cider turned into three and one glass of bourbon turned into several shots.

By the time we got onto the tequila we had a group of people surrounding us, participating in the shots.

It had gotten dark outside but I had no care in the world. I was having the time of my life.

Bree was a Queen. She kept supplying the alcohol; not caring that I was underage.

She lined up shots for Damon and I along with my new friends and we were doing a competition to see who could finish the shot the quickest.

My competitive side was shining. I was going to win.

Bree placed the new shots in front of us and I had my hand grasped around the glass, my full attention on Bree.

"Ready...." She dragged out dramatically. My heart was racing with anticipation. "Go!" As soon as I heard the 'g' I downed the alcohol and slammed it on the table.

I had beaten everyone, even Damon. I did a little victory dance to celebrate my win.

"What's that now? Three to zero?" I smirked as I faced Damon. I could see the liquid poison running down his chin. "Aww, does poor little Damon need a bib?" I teased in a high pitched voice.

"Sorry I can't unhinge my jaw like a snake to consume alcohol." He retaliated, wiping his chin.

"Sucks to be you." I chuckled. "All right. Who's next? Another round, Bree." I cheered with my hands in the air.

"Honey, you should be on the floor!" A drunk lady who was sitting to my right slurred.

"Pfft, I'm not even drunk." I shook off. "My tolerance is, like, way up here." I showed them by jumping and reaching my left hand into the air; making Damon smile at me.

"All right. Here you go." Bree announced as she handed us more shots.

"Loser has to dance on top of this bar." I challenged Damon, tapping my hand on the sticky wooden counter.

"Deal."

"Hey could you countdown from three please?" I asked the woman who was sitting next to me. "Don't want Damon coming up with excuses when he loses." I winked at him.

"3...2...1...Go!" I downed the shot like before and slammed it on the table, beating Damon again.

However, our game was cut short when I saw blood on the counter. My blood to be exact; and broken glass from the shot glass I just used. Oops.

"Would you look at that." I grimaced, showing my bleeding hand to Damon. "I'll be back." I quickly walked to the bathroom and cleaned my wound.

•—•

After using the first aid kit and putting a bandage on my hand I went back to the party.

Damon was still at the bar drinking and I was playing pool with some random woman.

My phone started ringing so I answered it without bothering to check who it was.

"Hello?" I asked, covering my other ear to block out the loudness of the bar.

"Lily." A stern voice answered.

"Jenna." I breathed out, my eyes widened. I was in so much trouble.

"Lily, where are you? Are you okay?" I heard as I made my way out of the bar.

"I'm fine, everything's fine." I reassured her as I stepped outside.