Damien Thorn (sonofajackal) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-11-12 04:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | damien thorn |
Who: Damien [open]
When: Night
Where: The Lux club
What: Having drinks
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
Note: Multiple threading is welcomed.
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Damien strode into the entrance wearing a black dress shirt, jacket, and pants. He probably could have gone with a black silk shirt if he really wanted to go here in style. But it had sort of slipped his mind. He wasn't feeling much like enticing anyone at the moment, though it'd probably happen anyway. It had also been a while since he had a drink at The Lux. He had a few memories here. He had shown up at the opening. He had once met Lilith here. And Elaine.. the few times they met here were good too. And there was that one female angelic.. or holy.. type, whatever, that he had only shared brief eye contact with. Last time he'd come around was a couple months back after a work shift.
And now he was here again. Maybe they'd have something strong enough. He also liked the anti-violence protections on the property. It wasn't like the other demon bars, no suspicious looks. Plus if Terry somehow showed up, he suspected they'd be a lot stricter about ID than most bars. Damien had just come here to think, to drink a lot, maybe have a dance with a patron or two if he caught their eye. He was planning a meeting with his people soon.. he had to find someone to do something important for him, and only the best would be good enough. But tonight he wanted to think about his options, for that and other things. He had been relieved after he talked to Ruby a week or so ago. And his conversation with Ianto in the park. And then seeing announcements about the baby born to Sam and Mirta.. who, speaking of which, owned this place. Damien felt a sense of hope after reading everything (though he chose to ignore anything from Bart and Virgil). If they could find happiness, if they had hope.. then maybe he could really have a kid at some point down the line.
Sighing to himself, the antichrist approached the counter and took one of the few empty barstool seats. He had his money easily accessible in his upper front coat pocket. His cellphone set to vibrate as he put it down in front of him. He glanced briefly over to the other section, hearing the music, seeing the people dance. Ohh.. now those were good moves. He might do that if he felt the urge soon. But now.. drinks first. Maybe talking. Whatever came first. He waved at the bartender and smiled once they came in front of him. "Hey, I'll have.. the strongest stuff you got here. If there's more than one of the strongest, just mix them together and I'll take that." He looked around briefly as he waited for the drink to arrive... absently wondering if anyone he'd recognize would be here as well..