Post by Demetrio Fortuna on Mar 14, 2016 17:55:31 GMT -8
It was not his usual night for dancing; and for that, Demetrio was happy. Sometimes he preferred the nights where he could just let things go; to get lost in the beat of the music. Nights like tonight, he enjoyed being able to talk to people without selling his body. He appreciated his body, but sometimes it was good to have a conversation and have the focus on his face and knowledge rather than trying to see how flexible he was at any given time. He also appreciated the different costumes. For dancing, he wore many revealing things that became more revealing as time went on; for this job, he was fully clothed with cut off shirt under the vest showing his muscles nicely. It was worth dressing with only a hint of muscle to make him feel more relaxed. He had his hair pulled back in his signature pony tail, one that he always wore when on the job.
Smiling and winking to a few girls, he slid them there drinks and sighed internally. So far his hopes for the night weren't being met. He flirted with men and women alike, buy no one had caught his interest. There had been no conversation that was able to hold his interest for more than a few minutes. At least he knew that he would be tipped well that night as long as he kept flirting and keeping their interest.
It was on nights like this that he could pretend he was normal, that he wasn’t so deep under cover that he had to make sure his identity was never discovered. Here, behind the bar, smiling at the patrons, he was happy for the moment. Cleaning a few glasses, he smiled as a new patron sat down at the bar. His blond hair reflecting in the light, he leaned forward and smirked.
“Welcome stranger, anything here catch your fancy?”
Smiling and winking to a few girls, he slid them there drinks and sighed internally. So far his hopes for the night weren't being met. He flirted with men and women alike, buy no one had caught his interest. There had been no conversation that was able to hold his interest for more than a few minutes. At least he knew that he would be tipped well that night as long as he kept flirting and keeping their interest.
It was on nights like this that he could pretend he was normal, that he wasn’t so deep under cover that he had to make sure his identity was never discovered. Here, behind the bar, smiling at the patrons, he was happy for the moment. Cleaning a few glasses, he smiled as a new patron sat down at the bar. His blond hair reflecting in the light, he leaned forward and smirked.
“Welcome stranger, anything here catch your fancy?”
