Damon curled his fingers around the door handle and twisted, pushing his way inside. And the very moment he stepped in, he found Sarah behind the door as she waited for him with a plate in her hands. Her hair was flying in all directions, the spot around her mouth was filled with chicken crumbs and...she smelled of alcohol. Damon frowned. Where the hell did she get alcohol when she doesn't even know where it's kept?
...Unless she got it from Trixie and Haguy. He raked a hand through his hair as anger ran through him like wildfire. He should've kicked them both out the moment the thought crossed his mind. If he had done that, then Sarah wouldn't have been in this state...a drunken state, the kind where she doesn't even know what in heaven's name she's doing.
"You're drunk." Damon deadpann
