Gather ye rose-buds while ye may
WHO: Heracles & Anyone and Everyone
WHEN: 21st of July, late evening
WHERE: Chueca
WHAT: Heracles realizes his magical credit card is expiring soon. Solution? Throw a big party at the nearest suitable location accepting credit card and not minding (near) nudity (too much?).
Heracles grinned charmingly at the company gathered around him, pulling his card out showily, the small embossed numbers on the slick surface pressing into his fingers as he handed it over to the barman.
"Another round for everyone!" he said, a slightly drunken cheer going up around him. They'd already seen his performance a few times, so no one was surprised when Heracles, after getting his card back and pushing it into his pocket, began to move with the music pounding over the bar from the dance floor. His hand rose, bringing the eyes of his audience with it, even with the sinous movements of his hips, and then his hand lowered slowly, brushing down his chest and deftly opening the few buttons holding it closed. Then he shook out of the shirt, revealing even tanned skin, seeming to almost glow against the white shirt.
Once he was done shimmying out of it, Heracles cast the shirt away into the crowd somewhere, blew a kiss at his enthralled audience and sauntered away. He could hear a few calls for more behind him, and turned to wink.
"Now, don't be greedy... there are other people in here too," he admonished them, his face fake-stern for just a second before he couldn't help grinning again. This was his third outfit that night, and probably wouldn't be the last. Heracles had noticed the card's expiratin date was set on tomorrow, and while he'd felt he should take everything he could out of it... if he was perfectly honest, he'd never had so much fun, and it wasn't because of the endless funding.
As he wandered through the crowded bar, for the moment ignoring the hungry gazes sent his way, Heracles wondered if he could get a job doing this somewhere in Liberty.
WHEN: 21st of July, late evening
WHERE: Chueca
WHAT: Heracles realizes his magical credit card is expiring soon. Solution? Throw a big party at the nearest suitable location accepting credit card and not minding (near) nudity (too much?).
Heracles grinned charmingly at the company gathered around him, pulling his card out showily, the small embossed numbers on the slick surface pressing into his fingers as he handed it over to the barman.
"Another round for everyone!" he said, a slightly drunken cheer going up around him. They'd already seen his performance a few times, so no one was surprised when Heracles, after getting his card back and pushing it into his pocket, began to move with the music pounding over the bar from the dance floor. His hand rose, bringing the eyes of his audience with it, even with the sinous movements of his hips, and then his hand lowered slowly, brushing down his chest and deftly opening the few buttons holding it closed. Then he shook out of the shirt, revealing even tanned skin, seeming to almost glow against the white shirt.
Once he was done shimmying out of it, Heracles cast the shirt away into the crowd somewhere, blew a kiss at his enthralled audience and sauntered away. He could hear a few calls for more behind him, and turned to wink.
"Now, don't be greedy... there are other people in here too," he admonished them, his face fake-stern for just a second before he couldn't help grinning again. This was his third outfit that night, and probably wouldn't be the last. Heracles had noticed the card's expiratin date was set on tomorrow, and while he'd felt he should take everything he could out of it... if he was perfectly honest, he'd never had so much fun, and it wasn't because of the endless funding.
As he wandered through the crowded bar, for the moment ignoring the hungry gazes sent his way, Heracles wondered if he could get a job doing this somewhere in Liberty.