@ofangelbloodandfire not to your tastes
Roman wasn’t thrilled to be back at work. He loved his work and greatly enjoyed the brand of attention it garnered him, and how he could switch off that focus from him simply by walking out into the back rooms.
But with his week off, that he’d won from Peter through their bet, now filled and even with Stiles, Roman couldn’t keep avoiding his job. He couldn’t expect Peter to let him keep living there, with his progeny too, yet not pull his weight.
That night he was working the floor rather than the pole, that shift was for someone else, and he roamed around looking for someone who might want a personal dance. His smile was false and his heart wasn’t in it like usual.
Then, he spotted someone trussed up in black leather and the most obnoxious styled back blonde hair Roman had laid eyes on. The man’s eyes stayed on the girls rather than any of their masculine presenting performers, and he looked as if he’d wandered into a sweet shop.
Well, if Roman was coming back to work he was going to do something to brighten his mood. Customers could subconsciously tell when their entertainer wasn’t on form.
“Having a nice evening, goldilocks?” Roman greeted over the music, sliding through the room as graceful as ever. He touched the tips of his fingers to Jace’s left shoulder, and traced across the line of his back as the vampire circled him to stop at his right. “Seem like your eyes’ll pop out. Don’t they have anything like this where you Shadowhunters live?”