The annual porn expo was both a good time and a pain in his ass (almost literally if he let what seemed like half the men there have their way). He'd been coming to this shindig since he was eighteen and started working at Jade, though this was the first year he'd been asked to put on an opening performance. It seemed Madame's ploy to recruit dancers from the Expo and in turn help those girls get a leg (among other things) up in the porn industry was working. Granted, he'd demanded a raise since he'd been requested to wear heels and a god awful BDSM outfit that left nothing to the imagination. As if people needed more more enticement to proposition him. He knew he was attractive, hell downright sexy wouldn't even be pushing it. But he was here for work. Something the guy yammering away at him didn't seem to get.
"So, has anyone ever said you have the most delicious accent?" He winked, "I'd like to hear more-" Diego turned to look at him, causing the man to pause in surprise. Diego had been trying to politely ignore the guy for over ten minutes, but this was just ridiculous. Yes, he had a slight accent; most Latin folks who spoke Spanish as their first language did. Big fucking deal. "Look, I'm flattered but if that's supposed to be a pickup line, you should know I've used better today."
The guy froze, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment before he turned sharply away. He was obviously offended and leaving, but not fast enough for Diego. Letting his 'delicious accent' become more prominent, he made another stab at the guy's ego, "You know, you should get yourself a margarita to go with that salt, honey." The guy snatched his jacket, nearly toppling the stool over, "Bitch." He growled. Diego grinned and winked his golden right eye at him, "Yeah, but not yours." before blowing him a goodbye kiss. Once he was gone, Diego turned back to his drink with a low chuckle.