"You want me to pull your hair?" Damien asks with a big grin because that was the kind of invite he definitely wanted.

Arm around Zack's waist he kept walking, changing directions a bit now that there was talk of going clubbing. He couldn't ignore the temptation of grinding up against the drummer on a hot dance floor.

"Either, but after all of that a gay club is probably better." Damien agreed since he didn't want to have to fight anymore tonight. All he wanted to do was hang out with this incredibly cute Brit and maybe get into some harmless trouble. "There's a place Jack told me about not far from here, called the Metropolitan."