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located in Lucy's Lair - Hotel & Casino, a part of Path to Transgression, one of the many universes on RPG.

Lucy's Lair - Hotel & Casino

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Damien watched as the girl quickly answered his summons and leaned in to hear his request. Initially she seemed thrown off by him, his accent as usual. He wondered if he should repeat what he asked for. Would that seem rude, or maybe it would be to presumptuous and he might offend her by assuming a mis-understanding. More importantly why did he even care. He normally wasn't the kind of person who really took into account someones perceived opinion of him. If they wanted him to repeat they would ask him. Something felt odd with this girl though.

Damien shrugged it off and attributed it to a pretty face and the feeling of heavy drinking for the fourth night in a row messing with his head. By the time he had snapped back she was just nodding to him and walking away. The surface of the bar was smooth and clean. Well looked after. The whole casino seemed clean and well kept. Normally a casino wouldn't be on his list of watering holes. They didn't seem to have the right mixture of awful music, putrid smells and 'redneck' patrons that he loved to hate. Talk about high self esteem.

Truth was Damien couldn't feel closer to home in a crappy dive bar. He missed the past, an awful thing for a being with practical immortality. The bright lights and chauvinistic las vegas strip just wasn't him, but somehow he ended up here, drinking away his nights and sleeping through the days. The clash of steel and the smell of sulfur where the things he longed for, but those days were gone. He hadn't been given a soldier in almost thirty years. The last guy he got was some investment banker. Damien thought he did a great job making him happy, but it turns out an economic recession wasn't good for business and the guy skydived off of a fifty foot building.

So here he was in Vegas. He decided to at least try one of the casinos. Nothing screamed America quite like a city designed to make money off of the people it kept. In it's defence, at least the place looked classy doing it. He twisted his head around coinciding with the woman coming back holding a glass of whiskey and what appeared to be, well, ice balls. He listened with a subtle joy as her cheeks went rosey red desperately trying to apologise. Considering how central balls were to the theme of the apology Damien surprised himself by suppressing any laughter he was feeling internally.

By the time she had made up a second drink he had tried thinking of something witty to say but he met her eyes head on and for a second he was speechless. A familiar feeling swept over him, one he knew well. "But it couldn't be, could it?" Damien thought to himself. He had never been assigned to a female before. The reasons where rather obvious. He hesitantly brushed it off half attributing it to low blood-alcohol levels which needed to be fixed right away. However a part of him didn't want to neglect it and he decided the best way to know was to spend time with her. Sometimes it took a few seconds to recognise a new ward, others could take days. He knew he had to find out regardless. "Well, we could very well have met before. After all, you are a bartender and I am an Irishman with a clichéd love of alcohol. Or maybe that's your subtle way of saying you wish to know me more". Damien let out a wickedly sly smile, and with a raised eyebrow he gazed intently at the young bartender.