Damien De Santis

What do ya' mean, what's up wit' me? M'gettin' outta' the damn car...What s'it look likes up wit' me?

This is my home, I have a mind to call the cops on you!

Go for it. M'sure they'd love ta' hear 'bout the party ya' threw that had minors both attending and drinkin' at. [grins] An' unless ya have definite proof of me doin' anythin'.. and I know ya' don't - 'cause I ain't that stupid - then I ain't worried. You'd be puttin' ya'self in more trouble 'an ya' would me by callin' em. 'At said - if ya' did somehow have proof of me doin' somethin' I shouldnt'a, well..- I've dealt with worse. So, did ya' want me ta' dial the cops, or did ya' wanna' do 'at ya'self?

Jus' wait an' see what follows this lotta' chaos. Somethin'll come up

Oh I know.  Great a tough guy.  I was honestly waiting for someone to do that. So what was it? 

[takes her hand, placing two pills on her palm] Try 'em an find out.

I… Stephen… [takes a step back]

[he softens his look, watching her - putting on a concerned face] Relax. I'm not gonna hurt ya'. Who's Stephen? Want me ta' take you to him? [he holds his hands out, ready incase she stumbles]

I… This is fun… 

[he catches her, propping her up] Whoa, ya' 'lright there doll?

[chuckles] M'sure we can. I don' listen ta' any of the shit these idiots say. Couldn' care less 'bout the rats bitchin'.

Why because the Isaac issue, no I doubt it. I am sure I can find someone there.

[Moves to the side] Hey, calm down. I’m no threat, and I mean no harm. I’m Sage by the way, and you are? 

[arches a brow at her] That don't make my threat any less real. I don' care who ya' are.

To ruin the party or not to ruin the party.

Think ya' might be a lil' late for that.

Well, well. About time someone did it. Don’t worry, it’s secret is kept with me.