Damien sighed, briefly.. he still remembered that board meeting where he was given the company. Family friend and VP Paul Buher had been there with wine to celebrate. Even a few friends had been at his party that night. "It's a far cry from working in a convenience store, believe me.." He shrugged then. "But I'm not one to complain. Money is money. And if I wasn't here.. I wouldn't have met really cool people. Like you, for example." He grinned. "And yes, you can definitely see my bike. Maybe we can go on a ride with it sometime."
He was just grinning from ear to ear now. He definitely did have something to do with the easy traffic. He whispered, "Heh, you should see what I can do in the middle of a parking lot. No one could hardly imagine every single car alarm going off at once. But.. I won't tonight, not really in a mood for practical jokes. I'm more in the mood for.. uhh... you. And having a great time on that dance floor." He smiled contentedly when Prue rested her head on him, his hand reached hers and gave a slight squeeze. They were almost at the club. "I know just what you mean. My dates used to be limited to normal people. Well, wouldn't call them dates, more.. casual. But when I did have dates, I always had to hide and keep secrets about myself, about what I can really do. At least now I can be more free about it. Like a weight being lifted. And we can also let loose and show off to each other, rather than having to discuss some mundane topics like.. boring stuff like celebrity gossip." He laughed then.