Pan wandered into the little club, or what he thought was a little club at first glance. It was bigger inside than he had anticipated, and there were girls, and more importantly, there were boobies! A crooked, idiot grin quickly spread across his young face as he stepped inside, taking it all in as fast as he could. It had been a week ago that one of his smoke buddies had coughed up a marijuana cloud and drawled, Hey, Aaron, you like that Greek shit, right? There's this club that has that shit. Togas and shit. You should check it out. Truth be told, Pan had lost his interest in toga parties about as soon as they surfaced. Drunken frat boys mostly, not that he had anything against drunken frat boys, he just preferred to be the drunken frat boy of his crowd.
It was when he heard about fights that he got excited. He missed those things. Apparently they weren't wrestling in the nude like in the days of old, but Pan didn't mind that either. After all, he preferred naked boobies to cocks and balls. Pan never could resist a gamble, the fact that he always usually lost hardly deterred him. A good cage fight was worth a lot in his mind, and the fact that these togas were sinfully short or slinky and showed off boobies, well. That was worth a hell of a lot more.
Smirking, head twisting this way and that to watch each and every pair of half-covered breasts that walked past him, Pan wandered the room, his chestnut curls slightly heavy, sagging from the weight of dirt, oil and badly in need of a good wash. He studied the cage, then wandered towards the bar, deciding a drink was in order. That was when he saw someone who tickled that something in his brain. Stealing bite-sized appetizer off the plate of a table as he passed, he crunched into the spring roll like snack and walked right up to the man in a suit. "I know you," he announced, pointing with the half-eaten snack, still crunching at his snack as he spoke. His loose jeans and snug-fitting beater emphasized his long, lean frame, his wiry arms bare as he set one thoughtfully upon his hips. "Good work, by the way. I mean--the togas are a little over the top, almost like you want to be outed, but the boobies are a nice touch," he rambled conversationally. "You think that one might be into me? Those look real, not like most of the girls here. Where's Eros when I need him?" He grumbled, finishing off the snack with an overly loud crunch.