Caritas, Friday Evening
There was a shirtless bartender at Caritas tonight. While it might have seemed otherwise, this had not been planned. Mike had been taking stock of the inventory and, yeah, he had no idea what it was, maybe some gremlins had been playing around with the bottles or something because one of them got knocked over right at him, drenching his shirt.
And because he didn't want to spend his entire shift stinking like tequila - at least when he hadn't actually had any - clearly the only solution had been to take off his shirt and hang it to dry in the back.
Good thing he wasn't shy about showing some skin, right?
TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
The Kicker
Skin and Bones
Dance Naked
And because he didn't want to spend his entire shift stinking like tequila - at least when he hadn't actually had any - clearly the only solution had been to take off his shirt and hang it to dry in the back.
Good thing he wasn't shy about showing some skin, right?
TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
The Kicker
Skin and Bones
Dance Naked