Simple question

A simple question asked in time is the key to personal happiness)))

Tonight the bar, a favorite bar, was not very crowded. Swirling a glass one-third full of good whiskey in his hand, Krist Perawat, a leading economist at a well-known firm, was thoroughly enjoying his Saturday night.

It had become a tradition to come to the bar, listen to the live music that was invariably played there on weekends, and study the contents of the glass, trying to find something unusual and exciting there. For example, the answer to one of the riddles of the Sphinx or some mystery of the universe.

If someone had asked Perawat why he was there, he would not have been able to answer at once - there were too many advantages to this place. First, across the street was a not very expensive and quite comfortable hotel, where Krist could continue the evening with a girl he liked. Or a guy, for Perawat was bisexual.

Secondly, the bar was not only near the hotel, but also near Krist's house. That was a great comfort to the lad, for in case of excessive drinking, which was rare, but accurate, he could crawl home on his own.

Thirdly, of all the places Perawat had been to, this was the only one that had top-notch live music.

And right now Krist's ears were listening to a hit by the establishment's regular band called: "How Valuable You Are". The light jazz motif, as if from the distant sixties, was relaxing and encouraged Perawat with a dreamy smile to beat out the rhythm of the tune on the polished dark walnut counter.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" - A short noise sounded nearby, and in a few seconds a slender and dark-haired swarthy fellow appeared in front of Krist.

"No," - Perawat shook his head, smiling as the stranger came up with his question in the middle of the song and pulled him out of the world of sweet dreams.

Yes, yes, Krist was a practical creature only at work. Outside of work, though.

"Great," - the boy glowered, and immediately plopped down next to him, blocking Perawat's view.

"Well, at least he's quiet," - thought Krist, smiling at the shouts of "Encore," which came from somewhere in the hall, and got ready to enjoy his favorite song a second time.

"Are you waiting for someone?" - The stranger suddenly turned to him, once again knocking out all the settings of a kind of meditation, and Peravat, turning to the guy an attentive and not too affectionate look, answered:

"Just relaxing after a hard day's work".

After Krist answered the question without answering it, the stranger left him alone for a while and, ordering himself the exact same drink as Perawat, immersed himself in tasting it.

"Fine. Just like that," - Krist smiled, and glancing briefly at the face - or rather, the lips of the soloist, who was amusing himself with the audience by playing and seducing with his voice - went back to his whiskey.

Perawat, in his reverie, had just reached the place where he and his supposed couple, sitting in a room and sipping whiskey or some other drink, were explaining the rules of the game to each other without words. And it must be said that Krist's fantasy once a week, namely on a Saturday, became a reality.

In the game he created, Perawat was most fond of the moment when the whiskey or other drink ran out, the glasses were sent to the table, and then the rapprochement began. He and his date would rise from their chairs for the night and...

And then the further course of events had two options. Or the couple quickly undressed and sequestered themselves in the shower, enjoying the feel of warm jets on their skin and hot foreplay. Or they wasted no time in moving to the bed, slowly shedding their clothes.