It wasn't like Damien to get drunk like this. Buzzed, sure. A little high, definitely. But not drunk - not honest to god drunk. Today though, he'd finally found a decent and cheap babysitter for Jessie, and he needed desperately to blow off some steam. So he'd gone to the party and he'd had one of too many shots of something someone called 'liquid death' - not a name that inspired confidence, and yet... here he was. Drunk and a little agitated - spotting her walking up the stairs with some guy. Damien didn't really think; all he knew was that all of his frustrations from the past month finally had a target. So he followed.
Walking up the stairs behind them, he was quick to catch up. "Hey! - Asshole!" On cue, he grabbed the guy by the shoulder and whipped him around to meet the bruised knuckles of Damien's right fist. Once. Then twice. By the third hit, the guy had regained some kind of awareness of the situation and he began to fight back, but Damien had the upper hand, a knee to his midsection sending him into a fit of coughs that Damien took full advantage of, that knee quickly slamming into his nose. The tell-tale crunch of bone breaking coupled with the guy's yell of pain was what it took for Damien to take half a step back, chest heaving, tongue wetting his suddenly dry lips as blood gushed, dripping from the hands the guy held to his broken nose.
