Snippet #1886542

Is he looking at something in particular on me? Damien contemplated, feeling Kazuya's eyes upon him. It felt like he was being burned through from behind. His eye brow would reflexively cock, lifting up somewhat as he polished off his scotch. The glass jingled like bells as the ice tumbled about in the amber liquid. He inhaled sharply through his nose, still feeling peering eyes upon him. He sighed and sat down the glass with a noticeably forceful manner, although it wasn't really slamming the glass down--more like when one ha finished a shot of tequila. His tongue fumbled with his teeth, his head shaking as he muttered something to himself inaudible to everyone else in the room.

He had heard Philips shout: “You’ve already done a lot, Damien. But, Why are you giving up now?” The truth was, he didn't want to give up on her. He didn't want to quit. Not after last night. It was more than just a kiss to him. It was a sweet release. It was like that prize he had waited for all along, fought for all along. But 2 or 3 or 3 and 4 years was not enough time. Everybody had an outlook on where they wanted to go, who they wanted to be. He would not ask her to change her future for him. He'd damned first. He'd rather be something she hated, something to drive her focus--than something to hinder her. He had seen her dance, and thought of it now. How beautiful she was in that quiet movie in his head. Dancing for her was like flight to a bird, and he would not be the one to clip her wings.

He then stood up, having sat down at one of the bar stool and walked around the counter, opening the cabinets. Inhaling again as he looked at the selection of booze. " Ah, binge drinking...wonderful stuff that." He said obviously loud enough for everyone to hear. It was perhaps 8 or 9 in the morning and he was already grabbing the bottle of Bacardi Rum. Damien turned around to everyone that had gathered. He stopped and stared at everyone for a moment. " Okay," He said, placing the bottle on the counter clapping his hands together with a deep breath. " Intervention time...Okay.." He jokingly said. " Right, so after this bottle I promise...I know I promised--never again." He said, letting his hands out to his sides.. " But relapsing is so damn cool." He said with a grin, grabbing the bottle he turned and made his way out.

He wandered for a while. What more was there to do. Half the people were mad at each other, half were in the kitchen probably wondering what in the hell just happened, and others--himself included were too confused or scared to have any fun yet. Hopefully, that would start to change as the day went on. In the mean time, he spotted an unfamiliar face, sitting at a picnic table. Meandering towards the table, he slammed the bottle of Bacardi on the table in front of her. Not really as an intimidating factor, more to get her attention. He could tell from yesterdays scowls towards that other guy, whose name he really did not catch--she was a woman of a different sort so had to be handled as such. Also, she was there at the confrontation of sorts between himself and Philip.

"I may have to punch that Jap. He may be a ninja. I don't know honestly--Just that he kept looking at me. He might try to pull one of those swords out and I'll club him over the head with my tire iron." He said sitting down across from her, he was panting again. His face had regained some of the color lost by flushing. It wasn't from embarrassment, nor meek shyness. It was from overexertion. "But you and I, we're going to connect." He gestured between Izzy and himself." Cause, well, everyone else is either pissed off, giddy, jealous, or in a state I can't fathom." Damien said, breaking seal of the bottle of Bacardi. "Drink?"

(OOC: No problem Kaze! Hope you don't mind the minimal "leash" I placed on Philip. Hope those kittens are doing well! ;( )