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He ordered a whisky and sipped at it. I watched him till he asked:"so what's your name, beauty?" I answered it was Rachel because I didn't wanted to tell him my real name. Also I thought I looked like someone with that name. "Cool", he commented but didn't tell me his name. An awkward silence appeared, then I asked for his name. "Oh, it's Trasher. Exapt everyone calls me that", he replied and laughted. Why do I only met trash who want to be men? I rolled my eyes and wanted to leave with my drink. I still didn't trust that irritating thing in his eyes. but he begged me not to go and give him another change. Also he promissed me another drink although mine wasn't even half empty. So I stayed. Free drinks are always good.

"What's your real name then?“, I asked and looked at him mistrustful. "Tristan. My sister works here in the hotel. Are you at the concert in the arena tonight?“, he said. Shit. So maybe I will see him again. "Yeah, I actually am", I answered. "Are you with someone or alone?", Trasher wanted to know. "Alone", I replied shortly and tried not to look innocent. "You wanna go with my sister and me?", he asked with smiling at me. "Maybe..." I said and sipped at my drink.

We talked a little till I finished my cherry cocktail and he bought me a martini. He took another whiskey and we clinked our glasses. I found out Tristan was kinda okay, a little macho and funny. It was nearly 4 pm and I still had some time till dinner and the concert in the evening. I asked what Tristan will do till dinner. He said he will probably stay at the bar. I desided to go back to my room and read my book.

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