After Damon had made that awkward phone call, he was the one being called. “Miss me already?” he said, thinking it was Caroline.
“Are you okay?” Alaric asked. Without awaiting an answer he continued. “How good are you with cars?”
“I can drive them quite well” Damon bragged.
“Yeah, I know, but not’s not what I meant” Ric said. “Remember I spent the night in prison?”
“Well, since I’m planning on telling the seguinte generation of Saltzmans I couldn’t possibly forget” Damon smirked.
“I had to leave my car there, on the street” Alaric said. “And a tow truck brought it back to my loft”
“Wow, I didn’t know you could park a car in there” Damon joked. He imagined how Alaric rolled his eyes.
“Outside. I meant outside” he said.
“So, you have your car back. Then what’s the problem?” Damon now wondered.
“They haven’t been exactly careful with it. I’m not going to say it’s wrecked, but I can’t drive it like this” Alaric explained. “So I’m calling you to ask you a favor”
“No, Ric, sorry, you’re not getting a new car for your birthday” Damon said. “Not until you learn how to drive responsible”
Alaric sighed impatient. “Just knock it off with the dumb comments” he said a little annoyed. “I just need to know if you could help me fix it. If you can’t, fine, then I’ll call Stefan”
Damon pictured Alaric and Stefan working at Alaric’s car and it didn’t appeal to him at all. Ric was his buddy.
“No, I’ll be right there”