It was weird being a Donkey. For some reason he could understand the senses and moving like one, but he didn't feel any different mentally. He guess stuff that wouldn't make sense he attributed to Monica's magic.
The rules were simple. Don't attract unneeded attention. Don't run away. Don't try to tell people who he really is (although not like he could talk), and so on rules.
So the night went on. All it really was Damon just taking her from one bar to another. Bars, late night food joints, and so on. People got a kick out of seeing a donkey at each spot but Damon did his best to be as passive as possible til he took Monica to her next destination.
By the end of the night, he was taking her back but she seemed to be extremely drunk. She was almost unconscious by the time he arrived back at her place. She managed to slide off him and lean up against him for leverage.
"Yoooooou. You did everythiiiing, but I have a fucking hangover right now you motherfucker." She said, making drunken slaps which had no effect on Damon, much less as a donkey. Things seemed to be going south right now, but even if it wasn't his fault, wasn't about to push his luck.
"(hic) Thish. Thish is your fault. I'm (hic), I'm.... I'mma punish you."
(Shit), thought Damon.
With a drunken chant and awkward gesture of a hand, the world went dark for Damon.