Deamion met Blake's answer with a glare, his question not meant to be taken seriously. Even greater was knowing that the guy he had punched was some rich prick. At the very least, he hadn't been marched Steiger to jail for assault or something. Turning his gaze to the ground, he pulled Andries in with him and he immediately, he was the one having his arm near yanked out. Andries didn't even seem to wait and listen to the guy, already rushing off to the bar and into a seat next to a singled out target with hard liquor in his hand. Deamion who lingered behind to observe the place and listen to the guy babble over the music, prayed that he didn't have to drag Andries home tonight from a grabby stranger. It had been a long time since either of them got stoned out drunk, but he didn't trust Andries to behave around rich pockets and richer drinks.

 Thank god that he came back a few moments later and stuffed a cold glass into his hands. He sipped it, finding it was nothing but strawberry flavored soda water. He guessed Andries didn't want him drowning his sorrows in alcohol after all. "Let's get a private room and away from these sissies. Then, we're throwing you the best birthday party ever! Lead the way Mr Blake!" Andries near shouted, drawing a few stares though more people were staring over at Blake and the deep bruise forming on his cheek. Already, Andries was tugging them out of sight up the stairs leading to the private rooms upstairs. Deamion really didn't mind, he hated crowds and the music was sort of giving him a headache despite not being the usual pounding rave and techno beat he was used to. 

 Sipping his drink, he paused again as they were brought into another room. Geez the place looked bigger on the inside than it did outside, though Andries seemed to have targeted one of the VIP rooms, taking full advantage of Mr punching bag it seemed. Arcade game, tv, dance floor...love seat and bed in the corner. He was tired though, he could use a lie down, "Let's have our own private party up here! You know what? I'm gonna go down stairs and hunt a few studs to bring up here and when I get back, you better have already started the party without me!" He pushed Deamion in, nearly causing him to spill his drink, and shut the door behind him.

 He was left along with Mr blue cheek. Sighing, he plodded over and sat on the bed tucked away in the corner. Sitting on the edge and facing the wall, he really did feel tired. And the mattress was surprisingly soft underneath him, prompting a happy sigh. He glanced back at Blake.