Of course, I hadn't gone to the Founder's Potluck, but I saw Ric dead on the couch with Damon standing over him with drinks in his hands. "What the hell did you do?"

"Why do you immediately assume I had something to do with it?" Damon asked.

"Did you have something to do with it?" I asked.

"Yeah . . . " Damon trailed off.

I nodded. "That's why."

He looked away from me, putting a drink next to Ric's ear. "Wake up!"

Ric gasped, sitting up.

"It took a bit longer than usual, huh?" Damon asked. "Might want to get that ring checked. Hope it's not going bad."

"You killed me," Ric said.

"You pissed me off," Damon replied.

"You killed me!" Ric yelled.

"Ric, no hard feelings, all right?" Damon asked. "I was on a bit of a tear. Everyone was trying to tell me how to behave."

"Well, maybe they finally realized you're just a dick," I said as Ric stood, leaving

Damon looked at me, but I just scoffed, shaking my head and leaving the room.

He just killed his best friend.