<strong>Name:Damon Wright the III</strong><br/><br/><strong>Location:Entering the Pocket Dimension</strong><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:Bartender</strong><br/><br/>Damon entered the club shrugging off the sickness in his stomach he got from when he stepped into a pocket dimension.  Dressed in his normal black casual suit Damon took a quick glance around the room and was relived he was not overdressed.  Taking a closer look he recognized one of the patrons at the bar as the woman who owned a bar in the city. He knew she was a demon but not much more.  He noticed the bovine man but was not sure who he was.  His eyes fell to the human. She seemed rather plane to him though something about her mad him weary.  Finally his eyes caught a strange light for this place glowing in the corner of his eye.<br/><br/>Now this was interesting an angel in a place like this. He knew that the invitation was going  out to freelancers (so he suspected) but still an angel in demon territory without backup was always a dangerous thing.   The even more interesting part is that he knew who she was. She was still new to the city but he also knew that she was being watched by her own group. They had tried to hire him but he had turned them down in his opinion if they were having problems with their own ranks let them deal with it. Seeing someone else already talking to her though  her he decided to wait and talk to her later and instead headed to the bar. Nodding to the woman at the bar and took a seat. "wine please"  He wasn't sure what this was all about but he hoped it would give him a chance to get out from under the Brother hood's thumb for good.<br/>