MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

YOU'VE GOT THE CUTEST ASS I'VE EVER SEEN

After a little weird beginning of the meeting, they talked quietly and thoroughly about the project. Actually, Enzo found himself so identified and delighted with the ideas for the movie that thought seriously about saying Yes.

- How about the meeting? Did you get somewhere? -Tarek asked.

- That was the intention and I think it could be a good idea doing that movie.

- Great. Shall we celebrate?

- Yes, in fact I'm meeting Ismael to have dinner. Get yourself ready.

- What have I got to do with your business dinner? No, Enzo. Go with him.

- It's very clear to me that he's a great fan but you... oh, my goodness, don't tell me you didn't figure out.

- What?

- I knew, you don't notice anything. You're going around life like a celestial creature not paying attention the way people look at you.

- Do you think Ismael is attracted to me? -he pointed at himself with his most suspicious look he could put it down.

- That way of staring at your ass was very dirty, darling.

- We don't even know if he's gay.

- He is. He told me he's married and his partner works with him as co-scriptwriter in all his projects. He showed me even his wedding photos. It ocurred to me throwing a couples dinner and we can attend some loose ends.

- Buffff, love. Do you think it's a good idea?

- It will be fun. And then we can go dancing. He told me about a great place to have a great time.

- Having a great time how?

- Having some drinks, dancing.

- Enzo, I don't want weird things.

- It's not weird at all. It's the biggest gay club in Europe, Espartacus guide tells it.

- Now apart from Sotheby's and Christie's catalogs are you reading the Espartacus guide?

- Darling, don't play bluenose with me. We've read it together some times.

- I don't know, Enzo...

- Come on, don't be such a bore. My body is crying out for a downright party.

- Oh, alright. But don't make me to regret it.

The dinner went along normally just the first fifteen minutes. The idea of a dinner was ok. Anybody who could see them from outside would think they were two ordinary couples enjoying their dinner. They were, surely. Well, Enzo most of the time dug over his food not eating at all and held forth, talking. He talked and waving his hands around the same way as when he used to do coke. He was a torrent of words and hysterical laughter.

The dinner was supposed to serve to attend the loose ends in their negotiations, to compromise with the film. Enzo had a lot of ideas to improve the script and he had in front of him the two scriptwriters. Not everybody agreed gladly someone, no matter how prestigious he was, to gave honest opinions about the mistakes and how turning into success. But the truth is Enzo could be the most diplomatic snake charmer of the universe and you could breath a good atmosphere all the time. Ismael and his husband, Rodrigo, would make it easier to Enzo play the leading role. They were two humble and open minded people. Enzo had this habit of offering suggestions in every project he was involved.

Ismael once in a while threw wild passionate glances to Tarek that averted with faked shyness when he caught him. God, Tarek thought, his husband was right. He didn't remained indifferent to his charms. How bloddy smart boy he was. How could he be so perceptive in those kind of things?