After she'd dropped Damien's presents off, Prue had run down to the club she'd rented out to make sure things were going well with the decorating. Thanks to the way the complex was set up, she really didn't have any bills to pay, so she'd saved up a good chunk of money to make this possible. She walked in and went around talking with the staff, making sure everything was in place and running smoothly. Prue was a control freak and tended to worry about things if she wasn't doing it herself. As much as she wanted to do all the set-up herself, she couldn't. She needed to make sure Damien was kept in the dark about everything until she got him here in the evening. After being satisfied everything was going well, Prue headed back to the complex.
After spending time with Damien, all the while keeping him from getting wind of what was to come, Prue dressed in a club appropriate outfit and did her hair and make-up accordingly. They got on his motorcycle, which she really came to love. She kept her arms around his middle as they drove, and the fact all the lights on the way were green wasn't lost on her, but she didn't say anything. Once there, she pulled her helmet and shook her hair out a bit. She grinned at him and took his hand in hers. "Yes, let's go inside. I'm definitely ready for some fun!" She walked inside with him, her grin only widening as he saw everything. It was perfect, just the way she wanted it to look when he walked in. Prue grinned up at Damien, her eyes sparkling as she slid her arms around his neck. "I do have to take the credit for this, yes." She confessed with a little laugh. "I'm very glad you like it, honey." She leaned up and gently kissed Damien's lips. "Happy birthday," she said with a smile.