"Mine was sitting on the make-up table in my dressing room at the club the night I read your entry, big boy," he grinned, winking at Jackson and eying his arms hungrily. Arms was very much the wrong word for the massively muscled appendages coming out of the man's shoulders. He put body builders to shame.
"But, attractive as the scenery here is, that's not why I came. At least, not entirely. Although it might be why I come back." His eyes turned to Keiran. "Actually, I'm here for two reasons. One, to see if this gnawing familiarity was as strong as my memory said it was. And it is. And two, because one of the guys at the club brought in this flyer about a huge party that's hiring, and I thought maybe you guys would want to make some extra cash. Needs bartenders." He looked at Jackson. "And bouncers. Unless you'd rather be part of the entertainment. Word is, the guy pays shit tons better than regular wages for a one night gig. Word from my friend who brought in the flyer, said he's paying almost three times what we usually make in a night."