Stepping off the well-maintained cherry Harley Davidson motorcycle the tall man pulled off the sunglasses he wore while riding and surveyed his surroundings briefly before he slid the eye protection into the inner pocket of his leather jacket. Shifting his gaze to the bar he had arrived at the hunter sighed slightly before he glanced back at his motorcycle. Briefly, the thought occurred to him he should pout this place in his dust and never look back. But no sooner than the thought entered his mind he dismissed it.
Damien recalled who he would be trying to evade; being like Anna could find him anywhere he chose to flee to. The biker made a mental note that he would have to look into more study on angels and how to deal with them--just in case. No creature was infallible and they all had weaknesses that mortal men could exploit, it was almost as if some greater force demanded some kind of rules to some sick game.
Moment later Damien entered the bar and found a seat ordering a pint of draft, he figured he didn't want to get too liquored up for this but he really didn't think he could handle this entirely sober either.
His mistrust of the supernatural and understandable anger towards divine beings such as god and his angels was evident to Anna when they met. He didn't know what she was then but he came to find out after she saved his life. As much as he hated the idea he owed her to meet her friend. Damien didn't understand why she was so keen on this meeting taking place but he reluctantly agreed and now here he was.
As his beverage arrived the hunter raised it to his lips but paused and raised his eyes over the rim of his glass as a colorful character came striding in like he was the star of his own sitcom.
"Yeah, that's him..." Damien thought to himself and shook his head before downing a good third of his glass in one pull, this was going to be a test of his limited patience. Anna had warned him this particular one could be...a trial.