Prometheus spun the stick that was lit on both sides. His palms were hell of sweaty, his hair up, his shirt off and his heart pounding, pumping adrenaline through his veins. This. This is what he lives for, what he breathes for. His job is perfect for a titan like him especially because of all the fire and good food. Better than being stuck with a stick in the mud like Zeus all day. All he did was steal some fire for mankind and he had to be chained to a mountain while a fucking ugly ass eagle ate his liver?! Like come on, overreacting much.

He spun the hot stick, pointing it up at the sky, getting into position and blowing the hot colorful light everywhere. Then...clapping. Prometheus was panting and sweating like hell when he took a bow, knees weak and arms tired. He walked off stage, going to the outside bar for a nice and refreshing drink when he spotted someone new out of the corner of his eye.

The new waitress. And damn was she fine. His eyes roamed her body like a lover's caress as she served drinks and food, smiling falsely at all of them.

Prometheus threw his shot back and wiped the back of his mouth, walking straight up to her. "Hi." He says awkwardly. "I'm...I'm uh...I'm Prometheus!" He stretches his shaky arm out for a handshake, his fingers stained with char.