[He didn't recognize the imps as being familiar until he hauled himself out of the sack and the memories of being in Drabwurld before came rushing back.]
You have got to be shitting me.
[There was a feast going on, just like he'd remembered upon his last arrival, and Damon again snagged a bottle of something that would numb his senses while he mulled over being brought back here and the fact that he couldn't remember this place when he'd been back home. Maybe he hadn't been gone long? Maybe it had been a spell? Maybe he should just break a few necks until someone decided sending him home was a better idea than keeping him here.
He was sullen as he drank from the bottle, looking around and wondering if he'd see any familiar faces. Probably not. He hadn't been the most social little butterfly last time, being more concerned with Elena being here than anything. So enjoy a somewhat sulky, broody vampire bumming around the party and drinking from a stolen bottle, Unseelies.]
Locket
[Damon's drunk by the time he thinks to use the locket to check on who's here and who's not, but he gives whoever might be watching a smile.]
Seems you couldn't get enough of me. That's nice. Really. But see, I sort of have obligations back home, so unless you've got an Elena Gilbert stashed around here, I don't really care about this place. So, come on. Wave your magic wand and send me back. I can promise you don't want me somewhere I don't want to be. Bad idea.
Damon Salvatore | The Vampire Diaries | Unseelie (returned)
[He didn't recognize the imps as being familiar until he hauled himself out of the sack and the memories of being in Drabwurld before came rushing back.]
You have got to be shitting me.
[There was a feast going on, just like he'd remembered upon his last arrival, and Damon again snagged a bottle of something that would numb his senses while he mulled over being brought back here and the fact that he couldn't remember this place when he'd been back home. Maybe he hadn't been gone long? Maybe it had been a spell? Maybe he should just break a few necks until someone decided sending him home was a better idea than keeping him here.
He was sullen as he drank from the bottle, looking around and wondering if he'd see any familiar faces. Probably not. He hadn't been the most social little butterfly last time, being more concerned with Elena being here than anything. So enjoy a somewhat sulky, broody vampire bumming around the party and drinking from a stolen bottle, Unseelies.]
Locket
[Damon's drunk by the time he thinks to use the locket to check on who's here and who's not, but he gives whoever might be watching a smile.]
Seems you couldn't get enough of me. That's nice. Really. But see, I sort of have obligations back home, so unless you've got an Elena Gilbert stashed around here, I don't really care about this place. So, come on. Wave your magic wand and send me back. I can promise you don't want me somewhere I don't want to be. Bad idea.