"This is so annoying, when we were at that alcoholic bar in front of our espresso bar the cafe looked fun and vibrant. Now we are in the cafe, the bar looks fun" Francesca said, while looking at the bar across the street.
"The grass will always be greener..." John said. "At least there's air-condition here, and Wi-Fi that we never really use. No hookers, just two overly hugging pairs of couple" Millie tried her best to look at the green side of being sober with coffee on a Saturday night.
John looked at the couple, "it's such a one side hugging". The young man was leaning comfortably against the wall while watching YouTube videos or and his girlfriend learning her back against his crotch and chest. The other couple is pretty much the same, the young woman has her arms wrapped around her boyfriend while he busied himself with his cup of coffee and late night snack of chocolate cake.
"I envy them" Millie sighed. "We will have to get you a man" Francesca offered her help. "No... I envy the men leaning against the wall while eating chocolate cake" she clarified, making John and Francesca laugh.
"Relationships are hard work, whether with men or women. That's why I just watch NBA pro-basketball while listening to porn" Francesca declared, sipping her 'vanilla cream frappucino' and wiping her mouth with excess cream.
"I watch action films like 'Speed', 'Matrix trilogy' and 'Die Hard' while listening to the songs I used to listen when I was getting over my ex girlfriend back in my early twenties" John poured more heavy cream in his doppio americano.
"What songs are they" Francesca was curious. "'What You Won't Do' by Bobby Caldwell, 'Gorgy Porgy' by Toto and all that jazz" John said, "I know it's the kind of songs people like me listen... holding on to youth while juxtaposing my inner womanhood to my outer masculinity even when I want to already be a boyfriend".
"Do men like small size, I mean I don't care anymore I just want to be rampaged by a handsome man." John thought aloud, feeling confident and comfortable with the company of his friends.
A couple entered into the cafe, a Caucasian woman and an African man. "I am so watching porn, that guy is so my type" Francesca said.
"Unless... ESPN tonight" Millie suggested.
They headed out, and go to 38D the bitching loft apartment.
"Fran, was wondering... may I ask for blowjob tips" Millie asked, and John was full ears.
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The Late Night Coffee Drinkers
Ficción GeneralAn intimate group of thirty something friends an expat journalist, a Canadian underwriter and a transsexual local real estate agent living in the metropolis, gather round for coffee pondering their lives, their relationships, their careers, and thei...
