Damien had been having a great night so far. He'd ran into a couple who had been wanting to branch out, to.. experiment. He was always one up for a night of carnality and seduction. His favorite type of sin. Ohh, he liked greed to. Just not at the moment. He had walked out, an arm around both of them, the man and woman both sneaking a grope or two of him. God, he loved attention like that. He'd told them he would meet them at their place in an hour. He had planned to follow them. They had already driven off.
But no sooner had he shut his door and turned the key, when the driver window shattered, metal bent, the passenger window shattered at the same time. Or that's how it sounded. "Motherfucker." He looked out the new window opening as he heard that voice, that familiar voice. He also saw the look in the young man's eyes. Damien, however, wasn't exactly pleased. He pushed the door open and got out and took a few steps in the speedsters direction.
"That isn't funny, Bartholomew. My lawyer will be contacting you tomorrow morning.. maybe I ought to call the police on this too. Actually, I'm required to in the event of an auto mishap." He shook his head in disbelief. "You bored? Frustrated, can't get a date? Girls not putting out for you? Aww, I'm sorry. I'm on a date right now.. so excuse me while I go meet them. You aren't invited either. And yes, it's of their own free will. They are... um, curious. I'm going to show them a few new tricks."