"I don't have anything." Damien didn't even belong in this world, let alone having an ID for it. He was looking over the doorman and how he was interacting with the others waiting to go in. They were checking jackets and that was a problem.

"I can't get in the front with the revolver and no ID." He whispered to Zack. Never mind the knife at his back and he wasn't about to dump them. "Go on in. I'll meet you inside by the bar."

He pressed enough money into Zack's hand to get a soda inside and then kissed his cheek. "I don't need a door."

Damien left Zack to duck down the alley. He'd have to work his way through the building maybe but he could do this. At least there wouldn't be any Ministry messing with him inside, just people to avoid so he didn't get thrown out.