The corner of Damien’s smile rose at Chris’s greeting, he was about to respond when there was a flicker of concern, just for a moment, at his turning towards the back rooms and calling out for the ‘Boss’, it bought back memories of a time and place before that he kept trying to prevent from surfacing when he had been called in front of his<em>Boss</em>; the effects of that had not been …pleasant, and at their recolection a thin shiver coursed down his spine.<br/><br/>There was a drink, at least the memory of a drink that he seemed to enjoy, but he was pretty that was what had caused all the trouble for him in the first place, best not tempt fate a second time … “An Irish coffee would be good; but …double up on the ‘Irish’.” he smirked.