open to anyone ( capping at 4 ) outside the flat ( sidewalk )
Ever the entrepreneur, Damien had recently, within the last few months, begun the task of seeking out spaces to expand his business empire. Even if he hadn't decided which business he'd bring to Westport's downtown area, either another ultra lounge like Citta in New York, or a tattoo parlor it seemed as though he was staying in Westport for a while.
After two years in and enjoying where he'd resided it seemed like a smart move and time to bite the bullet. He still had his apartment in NYC, a place where he could stay whenever he went to check on things, and he had a home here. The empty storefront he was taking a look at was for the idea of a tattoo parlor.
Arms folded over his chest, Damien took a step back, trying to get a visual and see if what was in his head could work for this particular spot. When he'd taken another step his large frame trampled someone. "Ah, shit, you good?" Damien asked as he turned.
















