Damon.
By the time Willow started mumbling about the ceiling beams looking like ribs I know the drink had already done its job. His voice was loose now and lower almost sleepy and he had that glazed over expression of someone not entirely in their body.
I Watched him out of the corner of my eye pretending to be distracted by my drink but really I was memorizing every twitch of his fingers as he talked and the way his robe had slipped off one shoulder without him realizing and the flush spreading down his neck.
“You ever think about how small everything is? Like, in the grand scale of forever?” He asked suddenly head lolling toward me.
“You’re drunk.” I said simply though I didn’t bother hiding the smirk tugging at my lips.
“Am I?” He asked dramatically.
“Absolutely.”
“I don’t fe
