LOVE ME LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW

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After the game they met Slaven to have a drink and dance the night away if they could. When they were with daddy Enzo his balkan girls didn't raise objections going to gay clubs around the town if their friend actor wanted to hanging out, and it was usual.

- Today we're going some straight place -Enzo said magnanimous.

- Don't be silly. You know we don't care and you need get fucked tonight -Goran said among the loud laughters from the others.

- No, really. Tonight I just feel like having a drink and get drunk. Slaven, guide us.

At the end they ended up in an after hours club with rave music.

- Are you alright? -Darko asked him cupping his hollow cheekbones-. You look very pale in this heat.

- We don't want to carry you on our arms -Goran joked-. None of us could stop afterwards.

- Whenever we're together you come to a sticky end -Slaven pointed out funny.

- I wouldn't put it that way -he grabbed him by his chin with a wink-. I'm taking fresh air. I'm coming back.

Outside it was four degrees so the Portland's chilly wind suited him quite nicely. He lit a cigarette and he looked around in pensive mood.

Suddenly his gaze found a cute man and stared at him rolling his eyes

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Suddenly his gaze found a cute man and stared at him rolling his eyes. He liked everything. From his chestnut hair which fell untidy down his forehead till his blue tender personal eyes and at the same time with an ounce of violence on them. Round nose and well drawn mouth. He had a huge feet cladded in All Star sneakers, The Clash style. Then a couple, one girl and one boy, went up to him and he put a few pills out his bag. They gave him a few dollar bills and they left. There were three more overtrade the time Enzo lasted smoking his cigarette. Then at one point the two decided going at the same time and in the same direction. Running into him, Enzo brought him down his bag with all his precious goods. He blurted him out something like, "watch your step, buckteeth". He stared at him paralyzed as he picked up everything, he didn't move.

- Thanks for helping me, hmm? Don't you get your knees dirty.

Then as though he pressed him a secret button, he knelt helping him. The man stared at him with curiosity while he ended his task. If he looked at him beyond five seconds he could melt down with insecure and he knew how to do it without blinking longer. Then Enzo thought he would recognized him, just how he looked at him.

- Come on, leave it. And watch your step.

- It seems your business is going well -he said with a secret smile seeing how he closed his store at last.

- Did you spy on me? Do you find interesting what I'm doing?

- Oh, darling. Interesting, interesting. Your ass looks interesting, for instance.

Enzo couldn't help it. He was already trying to pull him. He could get a punch and he didn't even thought about it.

- You won't be a cop, will you? Your face seem familiar to me.

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