Damien usually stopped by The Luz club after he was done at the office.. but Hell, this was St. Patrick's Day. Of course he wasn't too fond of saints in general, but this holiday wasn't so bad. He could use it as an excuse to go drinking. Though due to his heightened immune system, actually getting plastered may be a challenge. He sometimes did like a challenge. He came through the door in his expensive suit, and was surprised to see such a big crowd here. Then again, maybe not such a surprise, when he realized the date and holiday being celebrated. It was probably good that he was off now or he'd very late in going back. Not that it mattered; he was the CEO, after all.
As he walked around various people, he glanced saw several people that he should recognize. One was Lindsey, the former lawyer he had met before, the one who had assisted him in Wolfram & Hart's client contract concerning himself. And there was also a woman.. Faith, was it? He had only met her once, months ago, at one of those dance clubs. She had danced quite well. He took his time, going around a few more people, finally making it to the bartender. Graceful indeed. He smiled, setting a $20 bill on the counter. "Busy shift, hmm? Keep the change in that; I'll have an Irish Car Bomb." Once it was mixed and handed to him, he put it to his antichrist lips and downed the entire thing.. slowly but surely, the entire drink. "Good stuff." He put down a couple more bills. "I'll have another one.. ohh, and that also pays for whoever orders next. Happy Saint Patty's."