The bouncer let me back into the club without even looking whether I had a stamp. The amps were blasting out that song by Smash Mouth, I never can remember its title. The music is way too commercial in here. Personally I prefer house or hard-core. It pulls 'em in, there's no doubt about that. It's rammed, even if the music's gross. Still it's better than Corallo, that place where they only play rock music, that Leo dragged me to last Friday. Don't let me even think about it!
By the way, perhaps I should rinse my mouth with a gin-lemon or something like that, but I don't want to spend 15 euro on a drink, since I got in free and they offered me everything under the sun. Anyway, Leo's drunk. And then, he never notices anything.I simply couldn't let a fit guy like Alan get past me. Apart from the hair, of course. That is really uncool. Still, he's got the physique. He reminds me of the animator I pulled when I was on holiday in Formentera with Leo two years ago. He could really screw! God, I really must stop cheating on Leo. He's a good guy and he doesn't deserve it. Still, if I think about it that's just the problem: he's a good guy. Anyway, this time – with Alan, I mean – it wasn't really cheating. Come on, I only gave him a blow job. Screwing is cheating. A blow job is, let's say, a pastime. Sure, I could have avoided it. The fact is that Alan is so cool and as soon as I saw him I knew we were going to get together. And then, he had all the charm, what can I say, of a bastard, that's it. Oh, why do I always go for bastards?Well, I'd better get back to the table. Leo is always jealous when he's drunk. Oh, there he is. Now what shall I say?"Darling!" I say. "Wherever did you get to?"
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LAST CUBA LIBRE
General FictionIf you're looking for a gripping read, look no further than "Last Cuba Libre". Meet Jessica, who's a bit of a slag. Claudio, who rocks designer threads and snorts lots of cocaine. Then there's Tony, cruising in his Porsche, leaving a trail of broken...
