Bar

Damion moves into the bar looking around. The place bored him. Everything around here bored him. There was nothing to do and he was getting fustrated. He wanted something to do; a witch to kill, another demon to fight, something. He grumbles to himself, his boots clicking across the floor. He runs a hand over his buzz cut hair. He lets his hand drop to his side as his eyes takes in the whole place. (Four years here and nothing of interest has happened. It would figure I'd be gone the night of the rebellion.) He grumbles some more to himself, cursing himself for not showing up for work that night. Maybe he can get drunk enough and then have a real good old time.

He moves to the bar, slipping onto the bar stools. He leans onto the table, his elbows resting on it. He yawns a little, not of tiredness but of boredom. He taps his fingers against the counter. His slightly insane and nearly broken mind ticks away at something to do. (No one starts a war no more these days, someone needs too. Maybe that someone will be me.) He thinks to himself as a slow smile forms onto his lips.

He glances once again at the customers in the bar who'd been served already and looks around for the owner. (Goddamn lazy prick. Can't get a damn thing done around here with him. I should take over.) He grins again, figuring he'd just found himself something t odo.

A short, bald, near toothless man seeming to be in his fifties begins to approach the bar whilst zipping up his pants. Plastered on his face is a rather large grin. Behind him, a rather tall blonde comes through the same door he had, half naked in her 'work clothes' with a look of pure disgust on her face. She picks up a beer bottle and throws it in the bald man's direction. It smashes at his feet. The man just chuckles. "Aht wuz fun fer may, tew, lav!" He shouts over his shoulder, grabbing his crotch and jiggling it a bit. "Ah ha ha ha!" He shouts as he moves behind the bar, only now noticing Damion's presence. He glowers at the man. "Git afff yer ass and git ta werk, you laxy good fer nothin' piece ah shit!" He yells at him. "Ah downt pay ya fer sittin' on yer ass all night!" He says, a fireball forming in his right hand, and then landing on the bar two inches from Damion's body. It only leaves slight scortch marks, indicating that it wouldn't have actually killed the man.

Damion looks up hearing the door opening and noticing his boss coming out. He groans and glowers for a moment. He don't like the man one bit, he would rather kill him and take over his job. It would be interesting, the man is a pig. He don't like pigs, they're just for killing. He looks to the side trying to not be disgusted at the appearance of the bald man. Or the strench coming from him, he looks back as the blood comes out. He smirks slightly at the sight of her and works his fingers across the edge of the bar. His eyes working against the two with a look of interest.

He shakes his head and groans thinking that she needs work on her aim. He makes a face at the man as his eyes averts down to the man's crotch. Feeling the urge to gag, he looks up and licks his lips. His mouth suddenly dry, he looks up towards the demon with deadly calm at his words. He cocks his head to the side and lets a slow smile form on his lips. Clearly finding him amusing, he didn't jump back from the fireball. He only looks down to the scorch mark and looks back up at the demon. He have half the mind to reach for his athame and kill this disgusting thing. "I'm lazy, it's not much fair with you screwing anything that walks. Maybe someoen should turn the tables around on you?" He asks him and the gesturing his hand up and sending a energy ball at him.

He slips off the stool and concentrates on himself as he turns invisible. He jumps onto the bar and sends aims at kick at the demon's face.

The man chuckles at Damion's comment. "What's the matter? Trouble with the ladies, Da-" His words are cut short as an energy ball comes his way. Not having been prepared for the boy's retaliation, it hits him square in the chest. The man glares at him, unharmed, though slightly thrown back. The boy had been basically calm and somewhat succumbing to his demands in the time he'd been here. When he was in a bad mood, he had a tendency to talk back. So his manners weren't all that shocking. But this was unusual for the boy. (Grate. Anutha wanker wantin' tuh git ahed. Lavely.) But before the man can counter, Damion becomes invisible. The man just raises his eyebrow, not knowing where he'd gone. Suddenly, Damion's invisible foot comes crashing into his already pock-marked, grizzly face, knocking what few teeth remained out of his mouth. The blow really knocks him off blaance, and the man finds himself on the floor behind the bar, scrambling to get up. His eyes suddenly flame over, turning completely to a smouldering red. He looks around ,trying to find something to throw at Damion to reveal his position.

Damion wants to smirk at the man's words though he have nothing funny in his mind. The man's words were just something else to piss him off, he have no trouble getting women. He snarls a little sending his energy ball didn't do much damage. He figures it probably wouldn't, the demon was powerful though who cares. Since when did power scare off Damion? He never had liked this demon and now he's just starting to piss him off. He never liked being bossed around, he smirks slightly when his booted foot connects with the demon's face. Knocking him back and then to the ground. He hops down onto the floor dropping over the demon as he turns back invisible.

He pulls out his athame from behind him attached his belt, he spins it in his hand before moving his hand. He tries to stab the warlock with it and hopefully kill him.

The warlock, already moving to get back up, his temporary blurriness from the blow beginning to wear off, rolls out of the way as Damion suddenly become visible once more. (Cockay basterd. How dum duz he think ah am?) Also knowing that Damion always kept his athame with him prepared the man for hte fight. He quickly maneuvers himself behind Damion, moving to grab the blade held in Damion's hand.

Damion blinks out from in front of the demon. He reappears in an instant faster then the demon could blink behind him. He jumps onto the man's back wrapping an arm around his neck. Holding onto him tightly and planning to hold on for the ride. The nearly insane warlock tightens his grip on the athame before trying to stab the demon again.

As soon as his employee blinked out, the man could guess his next move. But he wasn't fast enough to move in his old age and was mounted. He grins. "Weel naw. Dis cood bay fun!" He says, cackling wildly. He didn't care whtehr if was male of female. Penetration of any kind was always welcome. But he prefered he did the penetrating. Flames suddenly engulf the two warring men as the bar owner takes them to a more private location; Dark Crossings Motel.

Damion blinks into the club in the blink of an eye. He looks around takes it all in. This places is his now and he's planning to make a lot of changes. He rubs his hands together and licks his lips. A kind of sinister and nearly crazy look in his eyes. He looks to the pool area seeing Bruce and then moves to fix himself a drink. He grabs a glass and takes it into his hand. He looks it over and then downs it. Now dress in a biker black leather jacket with nothing on under the jacket and a pair of black leather pants with a silver chain for a belt. On his feet are a pair of black steel toed boots. He places his glass down and flexes his fingers.

He looks around again moving around the bar and thinking that's it's time ot show everyone that this is a new dawn for Night Passage. He says a spell to change the club into a more hard metal apocolaptic theme.

"Club which I do not favor,
ownership I now endeavor,
dark power that lays within me,
surface and transform this dump.

Into my dream's desire."

[As expected, Damion sees the small bar shaping into exactly what he wants to see. However, he is the only one to see the change as it is only an Illusion since Damion is not powerful enough to exact a change of this magnatude. Not to mention, the spell could have been worded better.]

Damion looks around as the bar changes and smiles. He is quite proud of himself, he rubs his hands together again. Moving around more and more looking around at his work. He nods his head and smiles a hint of confidence. He turns and looks towards the pool table and moves over to the pool.