Prince or the Frog [KeyToMusic] The Prince

16. For Your Entertainment

Tonight was a Friday night—and for Louie that meant one thing: alcohol to celebrate the beginning of the weekend. Even with her Hispanic skin, someone might say that she’d have some Irish in her blood since she loved to drink so much…they might even say that instead of blood, she had alcohol that often needed to be replenished with a trip to Jake Daniel’s place every other day.

Louie—an alcoholic?! No—how could you say such a thing? Wait…maybe you’re right.

Anyways, back to the subject at hand here~!

Louie ordered a Hurricane from the bartender and whistled ‘When the Saints Come Marching In’ while waiting for her drink to be served.

Lest to be known by the Hispanic alcoh—I mean drinking champion—, there was an olive skinned man watching her from the other side of the bar. He knew she was going to be there tonight—she made it a routine to visit the bar for a pick-me-up shot(s) every Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday at around seven each night.

“Hey, Lou,” he approached her and sat down in the empty stool to the right of her—surprisingly, he actually got off his lazy ass.

“Greece?! What are you doing here?” Louie asked, surprised that a country [besides Alfred] came to visit her state.

“Just to see you,” he answered in the same monotone, drone voice.

Just as if things couldn’t get any weirder, Greece then decided to take his shirt off—sure this was a bar on the boardwalk [were you could be served without a shirt], but that fact still didn’t make things less awkward.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Louie asked, not having any clue to why Greece would take off his shirt.

“It’s hot in here…so why not?” Greece answered with a yawn, as if men did this all the time in bars all across the world. Someone might have believed his excuse since it was sixty degrees outside that day in Louisiana, but he had no sweat stains on his shirt whatsoever or showed any perspiration.

So, in words that even the ones oblivious to ‘reading the atmosphere’ would understand, Hercules was showing off and trying to impress someone or some people.

…And Lou was falling under his spell without practically any effort at all. She turned her head away from the shirtless Greek beside her and twiddles with her fingers, trying to resist the temptation to touch those tough abs, that sexy six-pack that he was showing-off—

Then Lou felt him place his muscular arm around her shoulder and pull her into his well-sculpted chest. “What’s wrong?” he asked in the same flat, lazy tone—but now with a tint of smugness in his voice.

Louie didn’t answer—if she did, then she’d probably stammer something out and begin to trace patterns on those luscious, rough abs—

“I’m here for…your entertainment, Lou,” Greece cooed at her while making circles around her bellybutton.

Well, if he puts it that way…~!