|dionysus_ (dionysus_) wrote in peripeteia_rpg,|
@ 2009-06-22 01:03:00
|Entry tags:||deimos, dionysus|
Modern Scene: Keiran and Sam Meet
Who: Sam and Keiran
What: Sam's shopping for music for a new number and runs into Keiran
Where: A music shop
When: June 19th.
Sam had been in Athens now for a few days. Not really long enough to learn his way around, but long enough to learn some of the things that the locals liked.
He'd been dancing long enough now, and in enough places to learn that there were a few universal rules if you wanted to make good tips. At least, beyond the obvious necessities of being hotter than shit, being able to move, and having no shame. One of the rules was to incorporate something familiar into the number. That was usually easiest done by finding the music of a local artist to dance to. And so, after indulging himself by sleeping in after a long, grueling night of taking his clothing off to the screams of the audience at Karma, a gay discotheque that still had a surprising number of straight couples and the current location of the Chippendale All Male Review that he was traveling with, he now found himself in a small music store, sifting through the bins marked local to appeal to the tourists.
He had a few names to look for. Local artists who specialized trance-House. But he wasn't sure exactly which albums to choose. Still, as with most things in his life, he figured when he was holding the right one, he'd know. It was part of his success as a dancer. He just knew what music, what costume, what moves would work together.
Sighing with frustration at the limited supply, he tossed the CD he was holding back in the bin and went towards the counter to ask the salesman for some more recommendations since so far the ones he'd held had been duds.
Just then, the bell tinkled and a large and strikingly handsome, not to mention strikingly familiar, man entered the tiny shop holding a brown paper wrapped bottle which, from the smell, could only be rum.