Pedro took this job for fun, really. Dancing, loud music, bright lights... being a gogo dancer was fun, and the thrill of it made him feel alive. Plus, the tips weren't bad.

That's what he was up to tonight. Here, in this Barcelona club, he was dancing up on the stage in smudged eyeliner and bright, revealing clothes. Slightly tipsy, he wasn't holding too much back.

The music had a quieter moment, allowing him a second to grab the change on the floor and put it in his cup at the back of the stage. While he did that, be kept moving, always keeping the beat.

His eyes met with someone's. A beautiful stranger. He winked, being the flirt he naturally is.