While the world discussed him, the main character of all this trouble was now the subject of a few rumors as he sat at a small corner table overlooking a large window.
He sighed, taking a sip of his drink.
Matia's eyes flickered as she looked at him downing his seventh glass. He sniffed, clearly feeling the weight of the moment.
"I get it... I'm drinking too much... but we all know I can't go in there sober. Renata hit me up again."
Renata, the violet-haired woman, nodded and poured him another cup of what was obviously the strongest alcohol she could find.
Damon took another glass, then another.
"Dammit, I'm not getting drunk... curse my poison resistance. Screw this, get me some poison instead."
"What are you doing..." A familiar voice called out to him. Damon felt his heart flutter when he heard that voice, a thin smile forming on his lips.
"Ahhh, hey there Leona... what brings you here this fine evening?"
The beast-kin girl had been brought here by Evangeline.
