The evening runs off five tickets at a time, until they get up the lights, turn off the music and we staff, bartender, cashier Barback and toast at the end of 'siege, with the first alcohol that we have at hand.
Everyone says their evening, their little adventures, shoot the shit from Rubia Hack and when we hear the screams coming from cirinquito. Tequila Queen Campari is chasing Duchess Clara Bosco Boat that has taken off her tights and if it is stuck in your head. It looks like a forest elf who dispenses happiness. Tequila Queen finished the shot that Peter had made the find on the counter and Duchess Campari has burned a supply of red Gingerbreads ten degrees to the bottle. We are having fun and we look amused. There is also the wife laughing in the middle of Vinnie impaired by alcohol and possibly annoyed that her husband's last stunt was done in a moment of weakness. She had seen him kissing with Maga just as I threatened to disgraced. When Queen Duchess
Tequila hunts I really feel that things could have gone differently if I had done a different movement tonight. I already know what's going to happen and I ruined the surprise by just anticipating the kiss on the neck Duchess of Regina, but she's drunk and ecstatic. Starts to rain drumming on the windows and roof. Agata's wife Vinnie, joins the girls in a playful kiss and play more than dictated by the libido.
women never fail to amaze me how easily play with sexuality.
is coming true So all I've seen in my time projection but without the morbid part with which I experienced the first time. The only one to suffer and Vinnie, who looks at his wife for a while knowing that 'will sit in detention.
I think the girls play on the fact to be observed and wet from the rain, giving innocent but generous and funny show promise of sensuality. Before returning to scream and run barefoot through the entire room.
The situation is cheerful and helps everyone to decompress the evening is important that we faced. Campari
Duchess arrive at the counter several times claiming his gingerbread in bottle as a reward for defeating Regina Tequila in some kind of game.
For a rejection of Peter Duchess promises to show her breasts. As if by magic the gingerbread appears on the counter and the shirt gets up like a football player cheering after a goal. Almost illuminated by this new way of wearing the shirt Duchess Campari began racing with the shirt up, the tights on his head and yelling something incomprehensible.
Then back to the counter to drink his reward.
With great difficulty we manage to finish cleaning and finally we give boys a fine show hacking at us, shouting and table football.
It's my turn to stay out when I heel and toe on the catwalk. Then a voice with a slight foreign accent, possibly French, asks if we are closed. E 'hidden in the shadows of the night.
I can not believe that the fate returns.
I approach the gate closed decided to do the cool of the situation.
"It depends." He begins.
She comes over his face while remaining in the shadows of the night.
"Your chance to see me you got it, boy. "I said. "I came to Queen and the Duchess." He pushes me to the side and enters. I can not see her face. It is then swallowed by the floating platform, where it reaches the Queen and Duchess, who are sitting on the floor to speak.
He lies down with a disarming naturalness next to Regina, putting his head between his legs that the Duchess caress his head. Everything becomes again a morbid vision even if their kisses are gentle and seem merely to touch with bare hands. Back to that embarrassment
visible.
remain to look like a voyeur accusing their eyes that I throw repeatedly.
They kiss and caress you I do not know for how long and I remain trapped in a sort of ecstatic vision until Peter does not call me. It 's my turn to table football.
Shaken by the external voice I find the strength to get away.
I sink my concentration on the game, trying to forget the three girls in the barge.
I put the ball in the opponent's goal for the final six to four and I am cheered by the two noble ladies of the congregation that we have finally reached in the parterre.
"Where is France?" I ask. The two girls
niche. What the French? There was no one with us. But who? Where? I respond in unison Duchess and Queen Campari Tequila.
They're almost convinced that I suffer from delusions when a red cheek and forced to swallow the other one that I am right.
"She has bewitched you?" I ask.
Silence is a more than satisfactory.
And now I feel better, almost relieved: I was not morbid.
I only regret that probably will not see it ever again.
God, think about it, actually I have not ever seen.
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