Go to the Bar, they said. It will be fun, they said. || dontmess-withdamien
Damien rolled his eyes at that, “I’ve been through worse.” He kept his hand on the wall as he walked, at the same time keeping an eye on Kaitlyn, if for some reason she decided to wander off to somewhere. As awkward the situation goes, the male could only think of one thing to help his companion - if he could even call her that. With a resolved sigh, he slowed his pace down (if that were still even possible) and began to speak once more. “Ya could bunk at my place for th’night. One of us could sleep on the couch. But don’t you dare throw up on the floor. I’ll barbecue ya,” he said with a grumble at the end, walking along as he waited for a response.
{ ♔ } - - - - - “Okay, fine. Just heal or whatever.“ she simply said with a shrug of her shoulders. Another silent moment passed before Damien finally broke it and she sighed in relief. "How many times do I owe you now?” she asked jokingly, surprised at his words. “Uh, okay, if you don’t mind. Don’t worry, I won’t throw up. Almost becoming a barbecue is enough.” she replied casually as a small smile of relief appeared on her lips. She had planned earlier to got to a motel but then she realized she had spent almost all her money in the bar and the remainder would not be enough. “Enlighten me; how are you able to burn? I noticed you didn’t have a lighter or something.” she suddenly blurted out.
