Let it never be said that Brendon wasn't an opportunist. And an eavesdropper, whose ears had pricked up at the good-natured ribbing, ready to bound in to defend his honour had sensed a new opportunity. Having been the one to decorate the room, he had started on the booze a little earlier than others might have. And when Brendon got drunk, he got naked.
Cabana boy Brendon could do. He whisked off his shirt and thrust himself into the gathered group, grinning. "Cabana boy Brendon at your service, your holiness. Freshen your drink? Provocative dance? Maybe I can let you oil my torso? Pina colada body shots?" He snickered and grinned, licking salaciously over his lips.