Nathan had caught the end of the song.  He knew a troubadour named Astley that sang a variation of the song.  But in all probability, Damien was expecting too much if he thought the younger crowd here tonight would have heard of him.  It was a crowd more in tune with beer drinking songs.<br/><br/>"Why thank you, Abia," he replied when she handed him one of the bottles of scotch.  He'd already decided that the rum from the other night was not to his taste.  Filling a plate of food to go with the drink, he headed back out to the floor and his booth in the corner next to the fireplace, reserving the seat across from him for Erin by putting his boots up on it.  The girl was beginning to grow on him.  Whether she used the money she'd made from the errand to get a room or continue to share his was up to her.  He liked to keep relationships simple.