Damian knew that he had to pick up his order, but he decided that perhaps bringing a gun to poker night would have been one of those "poor" choices he heard so much of. So instead, he made a mental note to pay a visit after he lost his money. That should make Max happy. Damian checked his phone. It was now 5 p.m. Right on time. He watched as the neon sign above flickered and came to life.
Saul’s Seed.
It used to be “Saul’s Seedy Bar”, but the last four letters had fallen off years ago, and the owner, a vampire named John Du Marquis, found the new look to be too delectably blasphemous, and left it.
Damian waited until he heard the click of the business being unlocked and ready for visitors. Mr. Marquis, not being one known for his interest in the social scene, had contacted Damian and re
