"Want me to keep 'em coming?" Damien downed another shot, hissing through his teeth when the hot liquid burned his throat. When he slammed the glass back on the table, he faced the bartender and nodded, "More, please give me more." "Alrighty then.” The bartender said, expertly mixing up another batch and sliding six more rounds of strong flavored scotch whiskey towards Damien on the table. He picked them up gladly, downing them one after the other as his mind raced. He had been seated at this bar for almost an hour, and all he had done was drink and drink. He drank because he was tired, because he was confused, and because something bothered him. Yes, the conversation he and Alvarez had had, just couldn’t get out of his head at all. He couldn't seem to stop thinking about it, as more guilt racked through him. All these weeks that had passed, he had let himself bathe in his anger, his pain, and now… All that occupied his mind whenever he saw Madison these past few days, was to make her suffer. He had longed to see her cry, to see her beg, until she felt drained and empty, and for a while it had felt good, save for the occasionally guilt he felt but managed to wave away each time. But now… Now, after speaking with Alvarez, he had come to realize something. He had completely refused to give her a chance, to explain herself. He had convinced himself that whatever she was going through was none of his concern, but… What if he had given her a little chance? What if he had just let her explain, what had happened with her and her family and why she was in this position. He had so many questions about her current situation. Like why she was all the way in New York? What happened that made her parents forsake her? What if none of it was her fault? Even what happened in the past… Was Alvarez right about him being too harsh on her? Damien tugged on his tie as he took another shot, raking his hands through his head. He was already starting to feel dizzy, but he needed to drink… maybe he would stop thinking so much. Keep drinking… Yeah, the liquid would make him feel better. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to get lost in his thoughts, when suddenly he felt someone run their fingers over his jacket. He opened his eyes, turning around slightly and squinted at the figure who happened to be a blonde woman he did not actually recognize. Her lipstick was so red that Damien felt his stomach churn in disgust, at the sight of it. "Hey, handsome.” She winked flirtatiously at him, pushing her chair close to him as she placed a hand on her jaw, watching him curiously, "Long night?" Who was this freaking lady? Damien thought to himself, wishing for her to disappear into thin air. Ignoring her, he took another shot of his drink. He wanted to clear his head of everything that bothered him. Everything… and determined to do that, he ordered around round of shots, drinking until he felt his knees go weak. The woman who hadn’t gotten his message, still sitting there, placed a hand over his thigh, trailing upwards as she fixed him with a seductive look, "If you come outsider with me, or to the bathroom rather, I promise I’ll make it worth your while. I will take away your worries.” She whispered in his ears adding, “And if you double the pay, I can be with you all night long." Damien stared at her shaking his head as he realized what she wanted, "No, thank you.” He answered curtly. Her face reddened, and after a few seconds of him ignoring her still not saying anything, she finally got the memo and angrily pushing her chair backwards with a huff, she started to leave. Straightening the short black dress she was wearing, she stormed away, but Damien couldn’t care less. He felt his eyelids grow heavier as his thoughts went back to Madison, yet again. All the guilt he had been feeling earlier returned, leaving a hot burning feeling in his chest. He needed to know what went wrong. Now more than ever he was curious, wanting to know why she had been disowned. He needed to know everything, and for him to get that information he knew that he needed to talk to her. She didn't owe him anymore, so maybe she might be willing to talk to him. He needed to clear everything up. Yes! He would talk to her… He suddenly groaned in pain, clutching his head as pain shot through him, his knees feeling weak and wobbly. He would find out where she was staying in New York, and they could talk about everything. He had a smirk on his face for a grief second but then something shot through his head, and he paused suddenly… Didn't Alvarez say she had left already…? And? No, he shook his head. Madison wouldn't leave just like that, he was sure and Alvarez was just playing some kind of trick.She was still in New York, after all hadn't he seen her just a while ago? Gulping down the last shot, he made a mental note to ask his private investigator to run a check on her, and find out the exact place she was staying. Finding out her location in New York wouldn't be too difficult at all, with the resources he had. "Are you okay?" Damien squinted up at the bartender who was observing him carefully. "I think you've had a lot to drink for tonight. You've been here for a while. You should go easy." The young man said again, and Damien just waved his comment away. The bartender was right though, and he had taken to much alcohol, that now he was feeling very weak and disoriented ay the moment. Sighing, he whipped his phone out of his pocket, punching some buttons and dialed his driver to bring the car around. It was time to go home!