Doors are always open

Second door. Chapter three. Morning at the hotel.

Alice was in the bathroom when two best friends and partners around the stage burst into the room, shining with curious eyes, unceremoniously settled into a chairs and, without feeling the slightest remorse, immediately grabbed the crystal vases that stood on the dressing table, to relish crunched fresh-cut into cubes cucumbers and carrots.

- This is my breakfast, - Chiro said sourly.

- Is this breakfast?

- What do you think it is?

- Food for rabbits. After a stormy night with a girl, you need to recuperate with something more serious than grass, dear. And then the next night you will not have enough strength. Or are you and Alice already done?

- No, not all. We're leaving tomorrow from Sofia. We can spend another night together.

- Well, you see, - Christian said authoritatively, finishing the last piece of cucumber. - You need to eat well. Right now, I'll order you a normal meal.

- Order "Margarita", - finishing the last piece of carrots, asked Raphael. - Better two. We haven't had breakfast yet either.

- I never lose weight with you, - Chiro grumbled. - Order three. Rafa will eat a whole all the same.

- Come on, tell us, - demanded Christian, ending the conversation on the phone and returning to his chair.

- What to tell? - Chiro pretended to be surprised.

- Tell us why you yelled. Rafa decided that you were being killed.

Chiro sighed loudly and covered his eyes with his hand, shaking his head reproachfully, as if annoyed at the tactlessness of his interlocutors.

- What is it?!

Chiro took his hand away from his face and looked at his friend in bewilderment. Raphael looked at Chiro wrist with round, frightened eyes. Looking in the same direction, Chiro saw a fresh purple bruise that he hadn't noticed in the morning.

- Oh, this... No, it's okay, - he reached for the table, took his wrist watch from there and tried to close the evidence of nighttime fun with a bracelet.

- She still bit you? - Raphael whispered. - Is that why you screamed?

- No! Well, that is, at that moment I also yelled, of course, but that was later, in the morning.

- Oh, - Christian guessed. - She wanted more, but you couldn't, because you chewed grass for dinner. And she bit you.

- Fool, - Chiro feigned offense. - That the girl wanted, but I could not? It was always the other way around. I myself asked her to bite harder.

- What for?

- For...

Сhiro closed his eyes, remembering the events of the previous night, goosebumps involuntarily ran down his spine, and his lips spread into a satisfied smile. So, he must now decide what he can tell friends, and what is better to keep with him. It looks like these two have already lost their patience.

- Well?!

- My friends! It was the best night of my life! - Chiro uttered pompously and made a dramatic pause.

- I'll bite you myself just now,- Christian promised. - Why was you yelling, explain finally?!

- You would have yelled in my place too, - Chiro lost his pompous tone.

He told his friends a little, watching with pleasure how their faces stretched and their eyes widen. But he still choose kept something with him. For example, the story of a bruise on the arm. He himself did not even know how to relate to this. Never before...