Wandering through the remarkably clean streets of the Sky City, Mercutio ran a hand through his brown locks and charmingly smiled at a select group of females who giggled in response.
Damn it was good to be back in the mortal realm, gods got tiring after a while. Smirking he straightened the collar of his white tunic and brushed some dust off of his black trousers and shook out his feet covered in black, knee high boots. Then he readjusted his black coat which fell to his ankles and made sure the hood covered his head, before smiling.
"Okay bitches, let's play." He whispered to himself, and shaking out a cigar from his pocket, hey, you couldn't expect him to get rid of all the pleasures of the god realm could you? He lit it discreetly with a flick of his thumb and inhaled the sweet, poisonous delight.
Entering the first tavern he saw, he smiled, time to get down to business.