Damien Thorn (sonofajackal) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-09-25 10:49:00 |
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Who: Damien and Crowley
Where: Buono Gusto
When: Sept. 24th, night
What: Meeting of demons
Rating: TBD
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Damien Thorn was rather pleased to not be the only demon at the resort for he moment. Granted, he himself wasn't technically a full demon, and not the type that hailed from Crowley's world. But still. Having a title like Antichrist was definitely something of note. And where Damien was from, being the son of Satan, child of the ruler of all in Hell.. well. It was nice to be that. So the notion of another demon here, he found that interesting. Damien was a bit annoyed when he had first come here and found out his job assignment. But like everything else in his life, he took that and turned it around to work to his advantage. Not to mention taking advantage of most weaknesses and opportunities to suit his ends, when they came about. He was curious if Crowley would wish to know of what took place so far. And further, if he would want to seize the opportunities as much as the antichrist did while here. There were still others to think about as well, such as vampires and evil witches; he was curious if he could somehow create a group, a cabal of evildoers united together. That would be fun and interesting indeed.
For the moment, he had been craving a drink. Alcohol didn't really get him drunk due to his biological immunity, but he could still enjoy the taste. Or at least pretend to be nearing intoxication if he met a partner. He was a good actor and it had served him well so far. So he walked into the Buono Gusto establishment, the scent of Italian food reaching him. Ohhh. Maybe he should try some of that soon too. He did favor that style of cuisine. He was dressed to impress; this was out in public after all. Black slacks, dark silk shirt, nice business jacket that was also black, hair perfectly in place. He had glanced over the room, noting a few patrons... hmm, perhaps a few would be the target of his attentions, least the ones dining alone anyway. He then made his way over to the bar counter and took a seat there. Damien noticed the bartender then with his back turned at the moment. He paused momentarily, confused.. something. Not much in this world, or any world for that matter, could give him pause. But this did. Something felt familiar but he couldn't place it. It made him more curious about it than anything else. He chose to continue then as though nothing was amiss, speaking politely in his slight English accent, "Good evening, sir. Might I have one of your strongest drinks in this place? What would you recommend?"