"You don't look much better, Damon!" He said with a dark laugh as he sipped the alcohol.

"Me? Getting my ass kicked? No, I think you have me confused with nearly everyone else in the world." Ric smiled thinly and looked up to his friend, "What's wrong with you then?"

"Oh? and when did you start listening to Stefan?" Ric downed the whiskey and poured yet another glass. He continued to roll the glass between his hands as he took a moment to think.

"Now, what if I keep your mind off killing, dear Stefan? I'm sure I can help keep you out of trouble with a good supply of whiskey."

"Compromising? Well, I never thought I'd see the day." He laughed slightly but there was a serious look hidden behind his eyes that showed he agreed with Elena remaining unharmed. He couldn't bare to think about how he would deal with it if she was harmed. Or worse! He thought bitterly.

"One more bottle!" He said to the bartender with a smirk at Damon as he downed the glass. "So long as you can keep up with me, I'll pay."

He laughed. "Yeah yeah, Mr Bigshot Vamp! But..." He sipped on the whiskey, smiling at the taste. It quickly turned into a smirk as an idea came to mind. "But, can you out dare me?"

Ric raised a challenging eyebrow as he downed the drink and poured yet another.

He chuckled and poured Damon yet another glass, taking a moment to study it in the light with a grin on his face before setting it down and pushing it back towards his friend.

"Let's do this then..." He had some of the whiskey and looked up at Damon. "Alright, what to start with..." Ric tapped his foot on the barstool as he thought for a long moment. Looking around the grill, he noticed there was a kareoke night and he smirked. "I dare you to go up there and sing ring of fire!"