Damien watched as Riley became seemingly happier with himself. They made their way through the crowd of passengers on the entertainment deck. There was so many people here, Damien hadn't been expecting it. He followed Riley into the bar, which was like any other that you could have found on the streets back home. That familiar smell of whiskey shots and cheap cigarettes. Damien was surprised they allowed smoking on the boat, but evidently so. A smoky haze draped above them, illuminating the strange substance in front of the neon lights. Damien felt so at home here. Back on land he would spend many a hour in pubs, either drinking, playing pool or both. Damien sat on the bar stool next to Riley, as he asked him what he wanted, Damien shook his head. "Martini is too James Bond for me, Jack Daniels will do nicely" he replied with a mischievous grin that suggested he was planning something sinister in the back of his mind.<br/><br/>Old rock and roll songs swirled around them in the background, evidently someone had loaded up the Jukebox and was having a good old rock out. The buzz of conversation worked it's way into Damien's mind, and even though he couldn't make out what any of it said, it was like a bee that had gotten too close to his ear and was buzzing in it. Even though he was used to it, it seemed so much different here on the ship.