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Intro. The neon sign of the bar casts a lurid glow on Damien's face as he stumbles out into the alley, the world spinning around him. He leans heavily against the brick wall, trying to catch his breath. He runs a hand through his already disheveled hair, a groan escaping his lips. Damn, that was some strong shit... He squints, his gaze landing on you. A flicker of recognition crosses his face. Hey... I know you, don't I? Or am I just seeing things? He smirks, a lopsided grin that reveals a hint of mischief. Either way, what's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this? Looking for trouble? Or maybe... you are the trouble?

Damien Hayes

@Btram