If There's A Prize For Rotten Judgement... (Hades)

Dag was not normally a bar fly. He drank of course, but not often. And rarely ever got drunk. He did not want to risk making a fool of himself or lose control. He wanted to appear in control and collected, that was Damian...well the way he appeared anyway. However, a friend he was trying to bring to his side, basically a minion had wanted to go to the bar and pick up girls or something along that line so he brought the man out.

He was disgusted with this particular minion, but he needed him so he brought him to the bar. It wasn't long before the minion was leaving with a girl he picked up and Dag was left alone. As he sat at the bar he overheard an exchange between a detestable bar fly sort and a pretty lady who was having none of his advances.

He raised his hand to the bartender and when the bartender came back he handed him the two beers dag had just ordered. Dag walked over to the girl. "This is not a pick up, it's an apology to you from the scum of the earth that my gender produces." he said setting the beer in front of her. "If that is not sufficient enough of an apology I'll trade it out for whatever you would actually like." he said.

Dag smiled at the girl when she said it would do, but if he was going to apologize for all the guys that hit on her it would be a lot of drinks. "Maybe I should try picking you up after all." He said jokingly. "Kidding, but you've got spunk, and I like that." He said chuckling.

"In all honesty, desperate bar fly sort of men disgust me, so it's all i can do to apologize for their ridiculousness." He said. Originally, he had approached ber to genuinely apologize for the fool who had desperately approached her with bad pick up lines. Now she had captured his attention and he was getting the feeling like his annoying night was about to be looking up. "I'll do you one better, I'll buy you beers until you feel it's enough of an apology. How's that sound?" He said raising an eyebrow. "All I ask is you not tell anyone about this because I wouldn't want everyone to start thinking I'm a nice guy." He joked.

Dag smiled when Meg said she had something. "Well, you've got whatever it is." He said. She went on to say that nice guys were worse sometimes than the sleazy bar fly guys. "Again we agree. The saying is that nice guys finish last, which is why I'm not a nice guy. I prefer to capture the prize." He said. For some reason Meg had just become one of those prizes. He wasn't sure why, but he felt like he knew her. He also thought she might be useful to his plans to try and take over wonderland.

"Pardon me" he said as he sat on the stool next to her. He figured if he was going ti buy her drinks until she was satisfied he might as well take a seat, besides he wanted to get to know her more. Just then she remarked about knowing his name and introduced herself. "Meg, lovely name. You can call me Dag." He said introducing himself before taking a drink of his beer.

He chuckled when she said thanks, clearly what he said was not clear whether it was a compliment or not. "Rest assured it's meant to be a compliment. I have never meant a woman like you before. I could actually see us becoming good friends, and that is the kind of person I very rarely ever come across." he said with a smile.

Dag smiled when Meg said that he can't be all that bad if he is buying her drinks and specifying that as long as he wasn't just trying to get her drunk that was true. "Well I do try to have more class than that at least." he said. "Really though, drunk people are fun for awhile but messy to deal with at the end of it, so no need to worry about me getting you drunk." he said.

"Yeah, it's short for Damian Argus Greene. I much prefer the shortened version as it is easier to say and also easier to keep people from knowing my whole name. But I get the feeling I don't have to worry about you spreading it out to everyone." he said mostly joking as he did not actually want his 'real' full name used while dealing with the shady things he often dealt with. Then she asked him what he did. "Well, that depends on who you ask." he said with a smile. "I trade goods for the most part. A dealer." he said being as vague as he could, not sure just yet if she could be trusted with the full details. Underground/underworld sort of deals weren't exactly something you went around telling everyone about. Especially when you ran a large market for such things.

@megara

Dag smiled when she seemed interested in becoming friends with him as well. "I won't turn down a free drink." he said with a chuckle, agreeing to the round of shots.

Meg told him that since she didn't have to worry about him getting her drunk all that was left was to make sure that SHE didn't get her drunk. He chuckled. "I'm sorry, I promised not to get you drunk myself, but I'm not going to help you keep yourself from getting drunk." he joked. "You're on your own with that." he added. "I also didn't promise that I wouldn't get drunk myself. But don't worry I'm not that much of a handful." he said with a smile.

He was glad to hear her say she liked his nickname and would stick with it. "Thank you, I much much prefer that name to the full name, easier to remember and less hassle." he said. Meg expressed interest in visiting his shop. "It's being fixed up at the moment, but I'll give you directions to my home address for now, so you can get a hold of me, and once it is back in running order I'll take you there." he suggested.


@megara

Meg raised a toast and Dag couldn't help but chuckle at the toast. "I will toast to that for you!" he said tapping his glass to hers before drinking. It had been awhile since Dag enjoyed the company of anyone, and here he was laughing and drinking. This Meg was an interesting sort, and he had decided he wanted to keep her close.

He was taking another drink when she began telling him how alcohol could help clean pretty crappy stuff out of your head aand Dag wondered if that were true. He had mostly just witnessed people getting themselves into trouble while drinking, and though he enjoyed drinking he rarely ever found himself drunk enough to do something stupid. "Well, tonight is as good a time as any to find out if that's true." he said mostly joking.

"Well, my business is still running, it's just the base of operations that is down right now." he explained. Black market deals could go down anywhere and everywhere really, but he needed a more legit looking base of operations to keep prying eyes from catching him. "A jill of all trades huh? What sort of trades?" he asked, an idea of how to keep her close forming in his mind.

She proposed another toast and he smiled, "To my business being at it's full power." he said with a wink as he amended her toast to fit the situation of his business a bit better. He drank his shot and heard Meg groan and complain about the people on the dance floor looking goofy. "Well." he said standing up and holding out a hand to her. "Shall we show them how dancing is supposed to look?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

@megara

Dag had had strange dreams for as long as he could remember. They all seemed to be him in some sort of hell. Which made the concept of being drunk and not dreaming sound amazing. He was tired of the dreams and he loathed the hell that he dreamt of. "Well, here's to dreams and particularly not having them then." he said lifting his glass up and then drinking from his glass.

"Odd jobs, handwoman eh?" he said. "I could use a handywoman. You see in my line of business there is a spot for everyone and anyone. Well not anyone, just anyone I could get along with. And it gives us an excuse to hang out more. But we can talk more about that when we are sober again. Perhaps when my new place is open and you come visit." he said. "and you're wrong about the customer being the reason that I had to redesign, it was a disgruntled employee actually. And I of course took care of business." he said.

He spun her around when she agreed to dance with him, albeit slightly against the idea. He followed her to the dance floor. "I don't think we could look as stupid as them if we tried to." he said with a smile as he began to dance.