I greet a blonde that I once screwed and a brunette that I want to screw and Greta is fucking mad because I didn't kiss her and she's flirting with the barman and I pretend I haven't noticed and try to get drunk...
It wasn't a good idea to come to the sex party with her. I can only stare at the others and Greta notices. I'm afraid we've reached the end, fuck it. It must be six months since we had sex and by now the idea of ending up in bed with her doesn't fill me with delight. Perhaps I should tell her it's finished, but I can't do it now because I know that she would go off with someone else just to spite me and I couldn't stand it. Simply the fact that she's flirting with the barman is winding me up, in fact I pull her round and kiss her, it's a rather unpleasant sensation.
"About time!" she says.
"I love you," I tell her mechanically.
"Me too," she says cuddling against me and resting her head on my shoulder.
I hold her tight and think that I'll never have the courage to leave her and I greet a girl I screwed and that I would be happy to screw again and another that I wouldn't have again for anything and I sip my Black Hawk and bum a cigarette off Leo and I light it and take a drag while I try not to think of anything.
"Have you finished smoking all over me?" says Greta reprovingly, waving her hand. "How many have you smoked today?"
"This is the third in the whole day."
"Yeah... sure."
"I swear."
Leo turns to me grinning. "Does she count your cigarettes?" he asks in a low voice.
"Right."
"I'm lost for words."
"What can I do?" I shrug a bit embarrassed.
"Where have Max and Claudio gone?" asks Leo.
"Lost," I say thoughtfully.
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LAST CUBA LIBRE
Ficción GeneralIf 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...
