It was about 11:30 PM at a little bar somewhere in London. The band had had a successful tour and decided to go to a club to blow off some steam. Vessel had absolutely no clue where the boys had gotten off to and honestly he was too tired to care. He was just ready to get his fill of drinks and go home.

Home.

God he was more than excited to get home, to be able to sleep in his own bed for a while. The tour bus was nice and all but it did atrocious things to your back. Vessel nursed a whiskey, it wasn’t all that great but it was something.

Loud music began to play from behind him which immediately caught Vessel’s attention. He turned around on his bar stool to face the stage. In the center there was a little runway with a pole placed on the center. The lights dimmed and the stage lit up with LED lights around the edges. Honestly it was a nice display.

Two dancers stepped out from behind the curtains and began doing their choreography as planned. It was about two minutes later when someone else stepped out from the satin drapes. Vessel usually wasn’t one for sinful eye candy like this but once he saw them. he couldn’t take his tired eyes off them. Even behind his mask, his exhaustion shown through.