Anna is perched behind the bar, as per usual, fixing drinks for those who wish to remember as little of this day as possible. She can't really say she blames them. Not that there aren't a slew of potential alcoholics in Mystic Falls, but all the same, it's odd to see them all in one place.

She waits for Matt to swing his way back over before flashing him a smile. "Do you think this is going to work?" The him bidding for Elena thing.