Ok, so Damian wasn't exactly the most shy of people (the sheer amount of girls' numbers scribbled on pieces of paper lying around under his bed was testament to that) but this- this was pushing him to become a recluse, to run home, dive under the covers and never come out again.
Not really. Kinda sorta maybe...
Yeah, Damian wasn't really sure what he felt at the moment. On one hand, he got a job request. Cool! On the other, the client happened to be the man known for being a... demon. And that demon, also known as Gabriel Baltimore up here in the human realm, was the owner of this nightclub. A nightclub exclusively open to supernatural beings and the odd half-human. Plus, there was a bar, meaning poor choices (he works at a bar himself, he knows his stuff), meaning that the chance is possibly high that something could go wrong between him and other 'guests', and-
Oh. What was he doing? Jeez, it's not normally like himself to worry like this, but when your new potential client is The Devil with a capital T...
Squaring his shoulders, Damian stepped through the doorway of the nightclub, instantly hit with the fresh (?) scent in the air. Nice. He looked around, eyeing the bar with more than a hint of curiosity, making note to stay away from the rampaging dance floor, and searching for a path to get to the third floor somehow.
A gaggle of- were those Scythian dracanae? Intoxicated Scythian dracanae? - pushed and slithered past him, causing him to stumble off to the side.
Um. Yeah. He was lost. And going to be late for his meeting with Baltimore. Fantastic.
OOC: @Poppy I hope it's ok!!! Let me know if you want me to change anything.
Not really. Kinda sorta maybe...
Yeah, Damian wasn't really sure what he felt at the moment. On one hand, he got a job request. Cool! On the other, the client happened to be the man known for being a... demon. And that demon, also known as Gabriel Baltimore up here in the human realm, was the owner of this nightclub. A nightclub exclusively open to supernatural beings and the odd half-human. Plus, there was a bar, meaning poor choices (he works at a bar himself, he knows his stuff), meaning that the chance is possibly high that something could go wrong between him and other 'guests', and-
Oh. What was he doing? Jeez, it's not normally like himself to worry like this, but when your new potential client is The Devil with a capital T...
Squaring his shoulders, Damian stepped through the doorway of the nightclub, instantly hit with the fresh (?) scent in the air. Nice. He looked around, eyeing the bar with more than a hint of curiosity, making note to stay away from the rampaging dance floor, and searching for a path to get to the third floor somehow.
A gaggle of- were those Scythian dracanae? Intoxicated Scythian dracanae? - pushed and slithered past him, causing him to stumble off to the side.
Um. Yeah. He was lost. And going to be late for his meeting with Baltimore. Fantastic.
OOC: @Poppy I hope it's ok!!! Let me know if you want me to change anything.
