damien had been in town for a little over a month now, though most of his time he had been unseen because he’d been buried in renovations for the scarlet letter. he’d bought this bar from the previous owner and decided to make it into a decent club for a small town like this, something classy but laid back and had a ‘kick your feet up’ vibe to it. and with renovations came new staff, new rules, etc. the list was never ending. it didn’t take long for damien to make some new acquaintances in his short time here, he was a social man and he liked getting to know people. so he’d invited them to lunch and decided that he was going to get some honest feedback. “okay, so all bias opinions of how amazing my club is.” the irishman started off with a cheeky grin on his face. “how would you say the scarlet letter is doing now? i want your full honesty, be as brutal or as nice as you wanna be.” 

it wasn’t out of the ordinary for oliver to find himself in a bakery, or some candy shop or even a ice cream parlor - the man had a special place in his heart for sweets. and today, well, today was no different; and though many people would need some special ocassion to go out for cake browsing but oliver? nah, there was no reason, no special holiday or party to take this to. instead, he was browsing the cheesecakes when he asked, “do you think it’s totally acceptable for someone to buy an entire cheesecake for themselves? or is it a little... pathetic?” not that their opinion would render his decision but he liked hearing what other people had to say - most of the time.