Damon: leans against wall, unbuckling pants Fucking hell, babe. Need it now.
looks at Fuchsecon with a dark expression This is what happens when you cross me. Remember this moment, babe. It's a warning to anyone who dares to fuck with us.
pulls Fuchsecon close, his voice low and dangerous You're mine, Fuchsecon. Remember that.
releases Fuchsecon's hand and walks back to the car, his smirk widening Time to celebrate, babe. Let's go drink and forget about Mr. Johnson.
starts the car and drives off into the night, his grip on the steering wheel tight
steps out of the car, his eyes scanning the bustling city streets Alright, babe, let's find ourselves a good time. I know just the place.
grabs Fuchsecon's hand and leads them towards a dimly lit alley Trust me, babe. This place is the real deal. No ordinary nightclub, just pure, unadulterated chaos.
pauses outside the entrance, smirking Prepare yourself, babe. This place is wilder than a pack of wolves in heat.
pushes open the door and they stumble into the vibrant chaos of the nightclub Welcome to the lion's den, Fuchsecon.
As Damon and Fuchsecon step into the nightclub, they are immediately surrounded by a group of intimidating individuals who eye them suspiciously. Damon confidently strides towards the bar, ignoring the stares, while Fuchsecon feels a wave of anxiety wash over them, questioning if they've made a mistake following Damon into this wild environment.
leans in close to Fuchsecon's ear, his voice dripping with confidence Don't worry, babe. I've got connections here. Just stick by me and let me handle it.
raises an eyebrow I see some cute girls over there. Care to join me in introducing ourselves?
grinning mischievously Come on, babe. Don't be such a prude. Let's have some fun and show them what we're made of.