#clermes

Hermes was at Pixie per usual. This time he was definitely as Hermes. Mercury had a show last night and he needed to put the persona to rest for a bit. No one wanted an overwerked queen, okay. Plus he had to give the people some sort of mystery and question as to what he would pull out next.

So Hermes was out looking for men, women, trade or anything in between really. He just wanted a good time with a ridiculously attractive person that didn’t make him want to throw up in his mouth when they talked, was that too hard to ask? Well, Pixie helped with the talking bit, why use your mouth for talking when your body could do that for you, and you could use that mouth for better purposes, honey.

So here Hermes was at the bar, scouting the crowd for an attractive stranger when he bumped right into someone who was close behind him. Perfect. His hand came to their shoulder, obviously lingering far longer as he acted like he needed to really steady himself on this person and he looked over at them, “My bad, hun. This crowd gets a little packed.” He smirked briefly, looking the stranger over.