Brazilian Lounge

eight.

Chapter eight.

A few weeks passed. I hadn't been to the Lounge for a while and neither has Marcos.

I blasted Birds Of Tokyo through my speakers to annoy Marcos. He hated alternative rock, and he had just pissed me off by disagreeing with me on an idiotic topic. He rushed into my room with his cellphone to his ear.

"Aftonio, please," he gestured for me to put my music off. I decided to be kind for the duration of his call.

He flashed me a smile and walked out of my room again. I sat in silence for a while before his voice suddenly loudened. I could hear snippets of what he was saying. He sounded excited and ecstatic.

After his call he popped into my room with a grin.

"Aftonio! I'm goin' on...fly-"

"Plane?" He nodded.

"Fly to, uh...to Rio!" His smile was so big that it looked like his face was stretching hectically to show his teeth. I took a minute to process the news.

"As in...Rio De Janeiro?" He nodded viciously. "Well, shit! That's exciting. How'd you get a ticket?"

"Mariana! She want me to 'tag' along. Her brother and her, they want me," he announced proudly.

"Marcos! That's awesome. For how long?"

"I think she say, uh, week and half,"

"Wow, man," I stood up and hugged him. He's always wanted to go to Rio again. Out of all the places he travelled to alone, Rio wasn't one of them. His favourite place in the world when he was a little kid, and now he gets to go with his girlfriend.

This also meant that I had a week and a half with no Marcos. It was going to be weird, no lovey dovey couple near me, which was also slightly weird considering that before Mariana things were extremely different. I immediately started brainstorming on what I'd do when he left. He was the only person I actually went places with.

I thought about doing something with Pia. She hadn't called since the night we had together. Not even a text, and I didn't want to seem clingy or anything. Maybe that was what she thought as well.

As I was about to think of Ms America, I stopped myself. Knowing that it would hurt me all over again. I've never been so hung up over a female. A lady I hadn't spoken to in weeks. Fuck, I hadn't had sex in weeks either.

Later that day I called Pia. It kept on going to voicemail. I assumed that models had a busy life, obviously. I went through my contact list; majority being girls that I've hooked up with. All my male friends were either in Barcelona, Colombia or Africa doing either modelling work or charity campaign starters and whatnot. Marcos was going to leave the weekend, which was in two days. This was the first time I felt like a loner.

I moved my phone's cursor over Ms America's contact several times. After about a half an hour of debating whether to call her or not, I decided not to.

I was going to go back to the Lounge. It had certainly been a while, and I thought it was about time to get back in the game. Of course, that weekend I wouldn't have a wingman or a friend. It would be different, but an interesting kind of different.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
Media used is an Instagram post of Marcos (Daniel de Wolf) and Mariana (Claudia Tubilla).