UnderHandClash

“C’mon you guys gotta let me in.” The bouncer merely folded his burly arms and glared at him “sorry kid,” he said, “your type isn’t welcome here.” Damon turned and stalked off with Ilia right on his tail. The bouncers’ words still ringing in his ears, your type isn’t welcome here, so what…. Was that the sixth or seventh dance club/social event/civic centre that he had been turned away from? Not that it really mattered what it was, he was always turned out before he had ever gotten in, and his friends couldn’t even get in (which explained why he had so few). But that didn