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"I...can't promise that. These things get out of hand and you never know what could happen. But listen, I'll try and make it quick, okay?" He nodded trying to reassure her while keeping eye contact. His own eyes reconfirming everything he just told her. Kate nodded squeezing his hand, stuck not happy about the fact that he might get hurt.


"Aight," Treyze said with a stoked smile. “I’ll get you your drink, you be on in a few moments--good luck." Treyze lightly tapped Damien's shoulder as he let them inside. In the warehouse one was deafened by the volume of the music, blinded by the plethora of strobe lights and colored lights. It was hot in here. Suffocatingly so. She looked around wide eye never having been to a place like this a her senses were overloaded. Kate could feel eyes on her, as if they could tell she didn't belong, that she wasn't a regular. Damien pulled Katelynn through the cram packed crowd all the way to the other side of the building and into the bathroom. Mirrors left cracked and broken, sinks torn from the walls and shattered. If Kate normally would have ever walked into a bathroom like this she would have turned back around because her parents, her lifestyle had engrained into her instincts to shy away from places like this. Damien sat his bag down and immediately began to change. He took off the black cotton shirt revealing all the scars he had shown her the night before, which still made her upset. Stripes were imprinted between his shoulder blades making her wonder what his father had done to him. He put on a dirty, oil-stained white shirt and kept his jeans on, because well, they were old to begin with.

"You're going to see some bad things...hope you're ready." He said looking at her through a mirror. He stepped towards her slowly. "When I leave this bathroom, I can't be me--I hope you understand that. Treyze will take care of you. I can't be the guy you give your feelings to until that last fight is over with. I won't respond to my name anymore. That's a different guy." He said to her truthfully before he removed a belt, which was strange because she noticed he didn't regularly wear a belt. "Don't mention the fact I don't wear a belt." He told her as he turned back around fitting himself with the long strip of leather. "I'll tell you why after."

She nodded having no idea what to say about all that was going on.

Treyze came into the bathroom carrying a fifth of Jack Daniels. He placed it one of the remaining sinks before he walked back out. He twisted the cap off throwing it away. He lifted the bottle, his eyes closed and his lips moved--perhaps a pregame prayer for good luck. He then drank from the bottle, little sips at a time while his head bowed in concentration.

"Damien...shouldn't you take it easy a little. I mean so you can focus?" She said gently looking at him. " I mean you can't expect me to sit there and just watch you get your face beat in because you took a huge chug of Daniels and are buzzed." She said worried walking up placing a hand on his cheek. "I really don't want to watch you get hurt especially when I know there's something I know I could do to maybe prevent it."

She looked away briefly before grabbing the bottle. "Instead of trying to numb your mind or whatever it is your drinking this for." She said putting the bottle down as she put a hand on his cheek looking at him, "Think about why you have to get out of there with as little damage as possible, or how upset I will be if something happens to you, because you wanted to show me this thing you do. Alright? I need you to win, or whatever it is you need to do...I need you to do it for me. Because I don't think I can handle it if something goes wrong."