Mirza laughed - a soft and rather feminine sound. Well, it matched the rest of him didn't it? "Few people do. My mind works in mysterious ways. And there are places you can hang out that don't put sand in your ass and have bars and not as many tourists." He smiled at Ren's comment and added mischievously, "You'd look cute on a surf board."
He had been looking for the same thing for awhile but Mirza had resigned himself to just leaning out of his apartment window when he wanted to smoke. Screw what anyone else thought of it. They didn't like it, they could get out of his presence. Of course, he wasn't really the apologetic type...
"Mm-hmm," he confirmed, looking almost smug that he had surprised Ren. A lot of male strippers were the Chippendale type but then there were the guys like him. Maybe the women didn't like him at first. Same with the guys. But the club he worked at went for completely nude and, well, that's where he shined. It was the only way he could get away with being a stripper.
Mirza was giggling. He could practically see the gears rolling and grinding in Ren's mind. It was enough that he reached up to play with the shorter, straighter hair of the Asian boy while he was distracted. Ren was too cute in a lot of ways.
"Does it? I thought I just liked heels. On the rare occasion I have a girlfriend it confuses the Hell out of them."