[A1ice]

Damien sighed as he took a cab to the club. Always ending up drinking, Damien found no use to drive his car, he would have to be driven home anyways. Paying the driver what he owed and a small tip for not bugging him with small chat, Damien fixed his shirt. Being more informal since it was a club, Damien wore dark, fitting jeans, a tight button up with striped doing down and some lose accessories on his wrist and neck. Having his cuffs undone and pushed up his forearms and more buttons undone for his shirt then usual when working, Damien was ready for the club scene.

Waving at the door man, Damien was instantly let in. Placing a lose smirk on his lips, the male started to make his way in the club. Wanting to get a drink before he had to 'work', Damien made a bee line to the bar. Being short had some nice traits to it, like not being spotted by his customer right away. Ordering a fruity drink (and glaring at the bartender when he smirked), Damien lounged on the counter. Making a lazy scan over the crowd. All kinds of people seemed to be here...