Damien Thorn (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ex_bornofaja490) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2010-02-09 18:13:00 |
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When: Evening.. starting around 9pm
Where: Nightclub (or anywhere from there, in case he leaves)
What: Drinking and
Rating: PG-13
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Damien had been surprised when he heard what was causing all this. He'd thought it was otherworldly, to put it simply. Maybe it was a powerful spell or an evil company drugged the town. Or maybe even God did it, but if that was the case (though he'd not heard anything here about the big guy either), then the angels might not have been infected. He'd thought in his case it was outside earth, magical, or divine.. but kryptonite? That discovery had shocked him a bit and it still took some processing. There had not been a meteor shower here to precede it. But there was also a problem of finding the stuff. He thought it may be easy for some of it, for the obvious parts. Find some rocks and destroy them, cast aside all forms of colored jewelry from the effected, things like that. There were probably a lot of rocks. He wondered how long it took to get rid of them all. Not to mention the not so obvious traces, like what could be in the water. Or in dust particles? Or what about the food? He'd been eating, so he was safe so far. He shuddered to think what would happen if he'd taken the others. He could have turned into a big jerk or robber, or more evil than he was able to be.
Or split in two.. that would be nightmarish. His evil side come out to play? Damien's dark side would likely be pissed at him. He let it reign free, mostly, back home. But here? Here, he had it subdued, in chains within him, on a tight leash.. not to be used unless really needed, and it mostly wasn't at all except maybe for little things. And to think of what that half would do, the type and range of Evil it would unleash without the humanity to retrain it.. ohh! He didn't want to think anymore on it. Though, he really wouldn't have minded a sample of whatever made others high. But since he wasn't sure what that was, he supposed he would try to score some of it the old fashioned way. Maybe get ahold of the real stuff, not this krypto-stuff. Just had to find a dealer. Or maybe one of those people infected by Red K might know something.. hmm. He'd probably have to be more secretive about getting it, if he did. As for the.. turning gay effects, he was already bi, but he he didn't fancy being so stereotypical and out there about it. He was usually private on that type of thing unless it was in an open forum first, or if asked by someone else.
He thought he would try to take a break from the chaos for a while. It wasn't running away, least he didn't think so. Besides, there were probably other more capable people who could deal with things much better, though he felt it would be a while before it got better. Or maybe it'll be worse. He just wanted to get out and have some fun, enjoy being normal and not a freak. He had sent off a board post a few hours ago to pass the time until he left. Nothing big, just a general one talking about food choices. It was a good idea, he'd thought. Just something to read, to discuss while his clothes were getting prepped. Just some light conversation here and though, nothing world changing. As for those said clothes.. they consisted of tight slacks, a black silk shirt, and a leather jacket. His hair was done up nicely too. Just great for a night at a club.
Which is exactly where he had walked into. It wasn't dead, he could see that much. Strobe lights and smoke near the dance floor section. Various music playing loud, though you could have conversation if you were close enough with a partner. Plenty of patrons about. Sitting at the bar counter on stools, at booths and tables, or dancing (some sinfully, he might add) on the floor. As he weaved between a few people, he felt a hand behind him. He simply took it and stride and looked back with a smirk as he kept walking. He approached the counter and took a seat. He waved at the bartender, showing his ID to show that he was 21. "I'll have a scotch.. no, brandy. I'll take brandy." That was his second stepfather's choice of liquor. So he'd have some. After it was set, he told the man to keep it coming and took a drink. His eyes widened in surprise. Damn, that was... well.. it was alcohol. He felt the tang, the buzz, the slight burn from it as it went down his throat.
Another sip confirmed it. He was really normal! Oh crap, what if he got into a bar fight? Err, club fight? He shook his head at that. Hopefully he would not. He was mostly polite anyway. Maybe he'd be safe. He instead decided to enjoy the taste of his drink, and oh boy, you can be damn sure he enjoyed that. "Ahh, now that's more like it," he said, so relieved that he didn't have to focus hard in order to negate his immunity. It was natural. "What if God was one of us," he mumbled in a singing tone to himself, "or rather, his adversary." He laughed. The young man took a longer drink, and had eventually finished it. He wasn't full on drunk yet. But he could already feel the effects. As he looked out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a blond woman over at a table with a drink. She had been glancing toward him several times, only now did he see her, and saw the smile. She could have been checking him out since he walked in. Another drawback of being powerless, otherwise he'd know for sure. Ah well, maybe he would chance it, take a risk. But then one of her friends sat down and broke the look. Damien turned back to the counter to see the server set another brandy down. He nodded with a grin and said to himself, "Hmm.. yeah. Yeah, I would totally tap that." As he glanced again, he caught her looking again, so he smiled back before returning to his drink. This night was already starting fine already. He wondered if he would be going home with that lady. He'd choose a guy as well, but this obviously wasn't that kind of bar. No matter, the women here were definitely attractive.
Damien had drank his alcohol halfway down and had glanced about his surroundings again. He pondered the notion of going over to the female patron and initiate conversation, though he wanted a bit more of.. liquid courage first. Funny, that. It tended to come so easily for him before. Of course, maybe he'd ask for a stronger drink. Or, he thought as he looked toward the dance area, he could for a moment head over and mingle there too, just let go and dance along with them. That looked like it might be fun. After all, the night was still young. He could do any number of things over that time, least until the club closed, and even then, maybe he'll have met someone to talk or engage with until morning. Or maybe even a few days if he by some chance managed to keep their interest and not bore them.. yes, he'd have to stay interesting. Just needed another drink or two to assure himself of that. He really could stay out as late as he wanted to. Heh, it wasn't like he had parents around here waiting for him....