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Waving, Atolia followed suit. However, she didn't log out. Instead she stood in front of a vendor, shifting back and forth on her heels. Being 'afk' while Damien took care of his work.

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Sighing, Damien placed his headphones on the desk. Bringing his phone to his face, he quickly dialed the host bar's boss's number. Running a hand through his bleached locks, the male groaned as he stretched. He has sat way too long.

Moving across the apartment (that was much to big for one person), Damien yawned. Right as he reached the large window in his living slash dining room, his boss answered. Quickly talking to the man, Damien soon hung up. The smaller male was never much for talking on the phone, unless it was his mother. Taking note to call him mother later tonight (it would be morning there for her), Damien began to get ready.

Beginning his routine, he started the shower. His prep contained a nice shower, trimming (only his hair, since he lacked hair on his face), hair styling, contacts and some make up. Nothing too over the top, but enough to make sure he got tipped well. Finished with all the above, it was now time to get dressed.

Clothing consisted of tight, black slacks, designer dress shoes, a fitting button shirt (with the first few undone) and a blazer. Once dressed, soon Damien was strolling down the hallway of his apartment complex, on his way to work.