Damon
"It's ugly, but we can fix it. I just need some time with the team and with the executive team at Zarpeth." Damon rolled his shoulders. "I'd rather not talk about work. I need a break from all of it."
"No, I agree." Matt picked up a menu. "I'm starving. You guys want to split some appetizers."
"Are they still serving food this late?" Damon's father leaned back and let out a long sigh.
Damon waved at the bartender and reached for the menu in front of Matt. "You guys still serving food this late?"
"We sure are, sir. What can I get you?" The middle-aged native leaned forward and pointed to the top of the menu. "This platter is one of our top sellers. Never had a complaint off of it."
"We'll take it." Damon handed the guy the menu and glanced behind him to see a large group of wome
