Damon had gone to sit with Bre and catch up, or so Elena assumed. She was content to sit at the bar and continue her little drinking game. But after a little while the music cranked up and she slid off her stool, moving over to Damon a bit unsteadily. She wasn't really sloppily drunk yet, just enough to be buzzed and excited and to let go of her inhibitions.
"Dance?" She questioned, reaching for his hand. "Please? Bre said to enjoy the ride..."