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Hallo~ Would you be up for Plotting with Port here on something?

"Do you still have another copy of this book?"

Demetrio knew he was a softy, one that he only let show when he was not out on a mission or while he was pretending to be a normal human. He wasn’t an undercover agent at this moment, he was just a normal civilian looking for a book. In reality, he was a normal citizen and would only revert back to his undercover work until he was called upon to ‘wake up’ so to speak. So for now, he could afford to be soft and smile at people and let them get what they wanted since it was so harmless. And the book was as harmless as one could get. Sure he wanted to read it, but he wasn’t going to lose sleep or miss something for a mission if he didn’t get it. At least this way, he would make another’s day brighter and hopefully she would use her good fortune to help someone else along the way. He could appreciate the woman asking if there was another copy of this book, but he already knew the answer. They would be out, and he would have to wait for another shipment to come in or to wait until the library got it back in stock.

Not a surprise when the clerk shook his head, he just shrugged, though he was appreciative of how nice this woman seemed to be, to inquire about another book for himself. Really, he shouldn’t care for the book, but there were only a few things what were actually his and this book was to be one of them. Well, he knew he would own it, it would just have to come later on in the week or after.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not like I have time currently to read it. Too busy with work you know. You just enjoy that book and think of the kind stranger who let you have it.” Looking around with this, he just shrugged and moved to scratch the back of his head. “If you really want to make it up to me though, I’ll settle for a cup of coffee, otherwise don’t worry about the book, I’m sure I’ll get it sometime soon, just not meant to happen today.”

He smiled slightly at her, trying to make it one of his nicer ones, he had been told he looked a bit of an ass when he smiled after some comments, so he hoped this was one where it was nice and sincere and left a good impression.

"Watched you preform sever as l times but never talked I believe."

He only smiled at her as she ordered a water; it was always interesting to hear another reformers view on the show. Some had only praise, some had only criticism, and others had both. Though he tended to dismiss most of the criticism as it was accusing him of being scandalous and how dare he reveal his body for the whole world to see and ogle. In the long run he didn’t care, He knew his job and would do anything to make sure it was completed. He didn’t mean his stripping job, no; but his other role as an agent. But that was one job no one could know about so a stripper he was.

"We are usually on different performing schedules. Mine got postponed due to a security incident and I just finished a bit ago. So we have the chance to talk now, yes? Though if you need to get home I understand… Not everyone can relax well in the break room."

He leaned back to relax more into his seat, letting his muscles unkink from the odd positions he had put them in to do this dance. It was a new performance with one of the other dancers, a different type of dance battle. Shirt lost for shirt lost. It had earned them both plenty of tips, but for now, he had on a regular pair of jeans and a t-shirt that showed off his muscles well. It was hard for him to find a shirt that didn’t cling to him, but he managed well.

“Did you need an escort home? I heard talk of it getting a bit rougher out there at this time at night. I’ll be more than willing to walk you home once I get my muscles to cool down,”

Demetrio Fortuna | Portugal | Once for Demetrio

Slow steps were silent down the hallway, the man equally silent as he kept his pace. Demetrio knew he was running a bit late, but it couldn't be helped. After discovering his show handcuffs were missing, he had to grab them from one of the female dancers; not without a price though. His lips slightly red from lipstick, he smirked to himself; really, a small peck was child's play. His smirk quickly turned into a frown when he heard his manager’s voice, followed by one of a confused and slightly frightened male. Sighing as he adjusted his jacket vest, making sure it fit around his chest with enough room open to show plenty of skin; he continued forward, only to stop suddenly.

“OI! Un momento… Seriously, lady, I have no clue what it is you want me to do or who you think I am! If this is Arturo or Gilberto’s idea of a joke, you’ve had your fun, seriously. It ain’t cool anymore. I just—“

Demetrio could only blink at what he saw. In front of him was a man, one that bore a striking resemblance to his own features. Staring was about all he could at the moment, along with trance those recognizable feature with his eyes; he wanted to curse at the same time. Quickly falling back on training, he smirked at the mirror man.

"I would ask if our boss here found a suitable stunt double for the mirror performance, but you sound like an unwilling participant. Is there something I can help the two of you out with, I do have a show here in fine… though, I do want to talk to you after I’m done. Some people are here to make money, not spend it."

Moving his way past them both, it was really easy to see that his pants were skin tight and left very little to the imagination. Approaching one of the mirrors, he opened a case and pulled out a stick and started applying eyeliner. He did shift his gaze in the mirror to see the man that looked almost like his twin. He had a lot he wanted to ask him, and it probably looked like it, but he couldn’t take the time right now to drop everything. He needed to keep this job for his own sake and for his real purpose.

“Are you just gonna stand and stare or actually come talk to me. Either talk to me here or get out on the floor and pay for some private time with me, I’m on the clock till the casino closes.”

Demetrio had paid attention to the news as well as who attended the different shows for reports of an attack or for the man he had scared away from his coworker. There were no words either way about someone being held up, so he relaxed, letting it go. He was just glad that he could help, even I he was upset that he was given the name of another agent who was undercover here. He could only propose that it was because it was merely an undercover agent and not a sleeper agent like himself. It would have been no different than if he worked in headquarters and saw agents come and go. He only let these thoughts drift though his head though as he sat in the break room, keeping this persona going. He took another drink of water as he listened to everyone, only speaking when he had something to say. Though he did have fun poking fun of anther one of the dancers who had face planted earlier in some of the shimmer powder, it would be a while before he would live that down. Though that had been a while ago, or now, he was letting himself muse about living this life an enjoying this no stress life while he could… or at least appearing like he was.

”Excuse me, may I?

Blinking as the woman drew his attention from the space he was staring off into and back to the present, he could only smile at his fellow worker. He was a bit surprised really, since he had had no contact with her before this, at least not much any. It seemed like most of the different types of entertainment here at the Casino tended to ignore each other. But he would always talk to someone… and he could only hope that she didn’t recognize him from the other night. Lest if she did, there was nothing harmful that could be learned from it.

“Other tables are already full and I don’t want to walk too much, my muscles are stiff. Oh, and I’m Nesia by the way.”

Reaching up to take her hand, he shook it and let himself smile at her. Motioning for her to have a seat, he kept himself relaxed, chalking it up to a coincidence that she had taken this chance to introduce herself to him.
“I’m Demetrio, though most people call me Deme. Nesia... that's a beautiful name.  And you can sit wherever you want to, I’m in no place to stop you. Your shows going well, I’ve been able to catch a performance or two, you’re quite good.