It 's the usual evening at the Star Wars bar scene. Giubeca screams, Zichichi wants two ml of vodka in most of taekwondo and the dancer is carried out by force before his bad karma affect all customers.
Onstage Mind Singing without instruments playing, followed by a selection of music files offered by Dr. Z, the Zoiberg century, which is drunk by Mint Julep strafogando and shrimp.
People who do not dance, and there is little to dancing Singing with Mind, you svaccata on couches to smoke from hookahs and flavored tobacco extract. Francine
flirts with everyone who comes to the counter, men and women, and almost run off the evening pleasant, were it not that I expect news from Grinij.
It 's a time and tired of Francine takes a break. I see out there that try Poletti and I can not help but wonder what he has tonight.
When I see her walk away with the head of the staff understand that I will spend the next hour alone, and the hope remains that a hair between your teeth.
And it is precisely then that a guy approaches me at the counter. Forty
, the rugged right. He wears a black shirt with white sleeves. On the shoulder has a label that I can not help but read: Fico Barboza. I asked a Red
East.
has a English accent.
I put down the cocktails on the bench, the essay.
Bravo, I say.
Thanks. I say annoyed. I'm always annoyed by compliments.
know what you're doing. And 'the best that you stop immediately. I said without even looking at me, sipping his Red East.
Excuse me?
You better let go. This time he looks at me. And I do not like.
I take the radio and called the security guys. I do not know what it's like this, but I do not like it here.
He smiles and walks away. Lex and Ferrotre
arrive. Meanwhile, he goes slowly toward the runway.
pointed him out to kids and tell them that I threatened to not know what.
I say that if you were to out to let him go, maybe it's just drunk. Francine
falls out and a bouncer.
Sorry, Francine says, smiling.
Nothing, I say. You have something between my teeth, I might add.
What, where? Asks one stunned.
I'm going to laugh when I find myself at the counter Lex Ferrotre and English before.
What do you drink, says Lex English.
He knows it, smiling and shaking meets the eye. I look at the two
security, puzzled. For me and
Ferrotre juice. For him what you know. Says Lex.
Prepare the East Red. Ace to pull out the two boys. And I watch them go out in disbelief as if they were friends forever.
Before leaving the Spaniard turns around and makes the gesture of the shoot fingers, still smiling.
I swear, I almost broke his hand throwing a punch on the counter and go for a fumarmi a cigarette.
Grinij arrives at last. With good news at last: he has found the frequency of micro camera. We can trace the source.
me through the electronic component.
I'm going to put things right, but I expect a surprise: someone has already cleaned everything.
I hope it was the cleaning company. I run to Grinij playing around on the office computer, I pass our micro.
Check the records, I say.
It takes a few minutes.
Then we see someone remove the gum from the lens. It is none of the cleaning. Is not nobody of known, fuck, and this is not good. It is not good even the detail that struck me: the label on the back.
It 's a brand, if brand is, I had never heard or seen until tonight: Fico Barboza.
I do not believe in coincidences.
And I almost feel I have to follow the advice, especially with the data they thick of the English language. That same
that they use to read Fico Barboza.
...
Onstage Mind Singing without instruments playing, followed by a selection of music files offered by Dr. Z, the Zoiberg century, which is drunk by Mint Julep strafogando and shrimp.
People who do not dance, and there is little to dancing Singing with Mind, you svaccata on couches to smoke from hookahs and flavored tobacco extract. Francine
flirts with everyone who comes to the counter, men and women, and almost run off the evening pleasant, were it not that I expect news from Grinij.
It 's a time and tired of Francine takes a break. I see out there that try Poletti and I can not help but wonder what he has tonight.
When I see her walk away with the head of the staff understand that I will spend the next hour alone, and the hope remains that a hair between your teeth.
And it is precisely then that a guy approaches me at the counter. Forty
, the rugged right. He wears a black shirt with white sleeves. On the shoulder has a label that I can not help but read: Fico Barboza. I asked a Red
East.
has a English accent.
I put down the cocktails on the bench, the essay.
Bravo, I say.
Thanks. I say annoyed. I'm always annoyed by compliments.
know what you're doing. And 'the best that you stop immediately. I said without even looking at me, sipping his Red East.
Excuse me?
You better let go. This time he looks at me. And I do not like.
I take the radio and called the security guys. I do not know what it's like this, but I do not like it here.
He smiles and walks away. Lex and Ferrotre
arrive. Meanwhile, he goes slowly toward the runway.
pointed him out to kids and tell them that I threatened to not know what.
I say that if you were to out to let him go, maybe it's just drunk. Francine
falls out and a bouncer.
Sorry, Francine says, smiling.
Nothing, I say. You have something between my teeth, I might add.
What, where? Asks one stunned.
I'm going to laugh when I find myself at the counter Lex Ferrotre and English before.
What do you drink, says Lex English.
He knows it, smiling and shaking meets the eye. I look at the two
security, puzzled. For me and
Ferrotre juice. For him what you know. Says Lex.
Prepare the East Red. Ace to pull out the two boys. And I watch them go out in disbelief as if they were friends forever.
Before leaving the Spaniard turns around and makes the gesture of the shoot fingers, still smiling.
I swear, I almost broke his hand throwing a punch on the counter and go for a fumarmi a cigarette.
Grinij arrives at last. With good news at last: he has found the frequency of micro camera. We can trace the source.
me through the electronic component.
I'm going to put things right, but I expect a surprise: someone has already cleaned everything.
I hope it was the cleaning company. I run to Grinij playing around on the office computer, I pass our micro.
Check the records, I say.
It takes a few minutes.
Then we see someone remove the gum from the lens. It is none of the cleaning. Is not nobody of known, fuck, and this is not good. It is not good even the detail that struck me: the label on the back.
It 's a brand, if brand is, I had never heard or seen until tonight: Fico Barboza.
I do not believe in coincidences.
And I almost feel I have to follow the advice, especially with the data they thick of the English language. That same
that they use to read Fico Barboza.
...
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