Damien noticed how Riley began to blush himself. Feeling him eye him up and down, as though to see what Damien really looked like. He didn't realize how much Riley was scanning him, seeing how well sculpted his chest was. He had turned his attention back to his drink, draining the glass, then looking back at Riley. "Another? I'll pay?" Damien questioned, with a playful smirk. He had intentions of getting Riley drunk... no matter the price. To Damien, the only time a guy revealed who they really were was when they were intoxicated. Damien noticed how Riley was taking stock-check of the bar. "If we're having another... I choose the drink" He added with another playful smirk and a slight wink.<br/><br/>He scanned around the room as some left, and others came in, as though the atmosphere was changing, as the day went along. Damien had no concious awareness of what time it was, although he guessed it wouldn't be much more before 12. 'My mother would have a fit' he thought to himself. Drinking before 12 was always something his mother had warned him against. But he was on holiday, and if he wanted enough time in the day to get Riley drunk enough to know everything, then rules might just have to be broken.