“It’s not really recommended that one drinks an entire bottle of bourbon by their lonesome,” Stefan quipped to the other before starting again. “But I’m not letting that stop me.”
Samantha looked at the man before her and could tell something was off about him but couldn’t figure out what it was. She had a cup of coffee and she took a sip from it. “It’s never a good idea to drink alone but I am not in the mood for a drink. Maybe later.” She said. “Any reason why you are drinking?” She asked.
“Not a good idea?
I do it quite literally everyday.” Stefan scoffed and shrugged his shoulders. “More for me then.” He poured himself another shot’s worth in his rocks glass, taking a small sip before looking at the woman. “I’m drinking because once again, I’ve been left in the dust by my supposed family.” Klaus had left him behind in Mystic falls to make a run down to New Orleans, telling him that he can come down in a week, but no sooner. Stefan hated being treated like a child, but he knew his older brother knew best.