Vann Winston was never the self-discipline that made him feel secure, he was a crazy enjoyer.
Realizing that, Hunter suddenly fell, and his abdomen seemed to burst open.
A whistle came from overhead.
Hunter gasped and looked up to meet Gina's eyes.
"I thought I wasn't attractive enough, so you didn't react at all."
"Ah...haha..." Hunter laughed awkwardly. He just wanted something to block his reaction now.
"Hey kid, don't be shy. That means you're healthy." The bartender winked at Hunter.
Gina smiled and tied her bow tie back, and said, "I have something to do backstage", and then when she passed by Winston, Winston gave her a $100 tip.
"You..." Hunter pointed to Gina.
"Don't you want to pick up girls? Isn't Gina better than the woman you saw in the bar before?" Winston asked rhetorically.
Hunter was speechless. Is there any friend more interesting than Winston
"Don't come. You clearly told me that you wanted to make Hunter happy. I can seduce him, but I must never touch him." Gina turned around, pointed her middle finger down, and smiled at Winston express contempt.
"why?"
Hunter, who gradually woke up, suddenly became unhappy.
Winston paid Gina to dance for him, but why not touch it! Why not let it touch! He was sitting there just now, and the muscles on his back were about to burst!
"That would reflect Gina's great skill," Winston answered rightly.
"Come on. You're just making fun of me." Hunter will never forget Winston's smile, "I want to see it, I can't eat it."
He didn't even know whether his reaction just now was because of Gina's perfect flirting skills or because of Winston's gaze.
"I... I'm going to the bathroom..." Hunter jumped out of the chair with red ears.
"Haha, kid, don't wait until we close and you haven't come back yet!" the bartender laughed.
"Shit!" Hunter turned his head angrily and pointed his middle finger.
Winston remained seated, and the bartender poured him a glass of mineral water.
"Ah... The last cup of YOU RULE ME may make him a little excited, I guess he won't be back for a while... "
"Um."
"Ah... I seem to have told you before you came here that the toilet can't be flushed if it's broken, so we locked it up!" The bartender touched his head.
"How do other guests go to the bathroom?"
"Behind the warehouse, solve it on the spot." The bartender smiled ruthlessly, "Oh, that kid has to be careful not to be seen by the bad uncle! He looks very delicious!"
Winston raised his glass, took a sip, got off the high stool, and walked quickly towards the back door.
At this time, Hunter felt that a fire was burning in his stomach, and he just wanted to be relieved immediately.
He pretended to be calm when he left the seat, and when he reached the door of the bathroom, he pushed it hard, only to find that the door was locked.
"Hey, go to the bathroom and go to the back." A man carrying a box raised his chin at him.
"Shit—" Hunter's anxious neck was about to burst, and he kicked the door hard.
"Hey! Little devil! If you kick it, you will pay for it!"
At this time, Hunter's mind was blank. He rushed out of the back door, and the cool air struck, diluting the smell of alcohol, but Hunter didn't feel sober. Something was rampaging deep in his mind, making him want to jump headfirst into the ice water.
The back alley is dark, but it is also a good place to chat.
Against the wall, someone was already doing errands.
Hearing those voices made Hunter even more uncomfortable.
He came to a corner and tried to untie himself, but his fingers were shaking.
Someone whistled, and a mocking voice sounded: "Do you want me to help you!"
It was the voice of a middle-aged man, and Hunter whispered: "Go away!"
"Hey! Don't get me wrong, it's normal to drink too much to catch it. I'm just afraid that you will pee on your body!"
The other party seemed to be walking towards him, and Hunter's mind was pale and he didn't want to care about him at all.
A cold and oppressive voice sounded: "I will help him, it's none of your business here."
Winston came over and blocked Hunter's face.
"Oh... so he has company, sorry."
Hunter didn't know what Winston was saying to him, only that his presence reassured him.
He could finally focus on solving his own problems.
Winston came over and put his hands on Hunter's ears: "Okay, I'm blocking you. Hurry up."
"thanks… "
Hunter rested his forehead on Winston's shoulder, the other's arm tightened, and the whole hugged him.
A minute later, Hunter's forehead was covered with sweat, Winston said, "Why haven't you come out yet?"
The icy voice and soft breath swept across Hunter's ears, like a fatal impact, which made him tensed up.
"You... you solved it in just a minute!"
The nose is full of the smell of Winston, not the greasy smell of men's cologne, just the smell of light shower gel... Hunter knows that smell very well, because the shower gel he uses is also the same brand.
Hunter was breathing hard, trying to get into the man's arms like a madman, wanting him to hold him tighter.
But he couldn't say it... he would be laughed at by the other party.
Hunter was thinking so, but he didn't expect Winston to really tighten his embrace, such a force that it would crush Hunter's bones.
However, Hunter was not afraid at all, he even wanted to destroy himself in the hug of the other party.
Winston's cheek touched Hunter's face lightly. For some reason, Hunter felt that the other person's cheek seemed to be as hot as his own... or even hotter than his own.
"Will you be?"
"... how could it not be!" Hunter said through gritted teeth.
Can't you stop talking
Hunter's body trembled slightly.
"Give you thirty seconds, if you can't get out again, I'll get it for you."
His cool voice was like cremation falling on the water, the heat was not submerged, but the entire ocean was evaporated.
Hunter rushed out instantly.
He breathed hard, and Winston's strangling embrace slowly loosened, patting him lightly on the back.
like a soothing.
"Just come out," said Winston.
"...Why do I feel so ashamed..." Hunter's voice was a little hoarse, and the mood that seemed to fly to the sky just now was stuffed up.
"If you're embarrassed because of me, I can ask you to block me once."
Winston's indifferent tone made Hunter laugh.
"It's better not to... I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep at night."
"Then don't feel ashamed. Come on, I ordered you a mint lemonade."
"thanks."
Hunter bowed his head and walked back to the bar behind Winston.
The opponent's back is mature and calm.
The bartender winked at him: "I'm sorry, the bathroom is under maintenance."
"I think you did it on purpose," Hunter said.
The bartender paused for two seconds, then glanced at Winston who was sitting next to him, and said in a low voice, "I think the intentional person is someone else."
"what?"
"Nothing. Mint lemonade is better for you."
Hunter took a big sip. The cold feeling made him feel comfortable. He closed his eyes and sighed: "Ah... so comfortable... "
The bartender chuckled.
"It's getting late." Winston raised his wrist and looked at his watch.
"Okay... Let's go back." Although Hunter wanted to stay here for a while, he thought that once Marcus knew that he had not returned all night, he would be very ecstatic.
Winston threw the car keys to Hunter and went to pay for it himself.
"You wait for me in the car."
No way, in terms of economic conditions, Winston is better, and in terms of age, this guy is older than himself, and such a graceful thing to pay, of course, is left to him.
Before leaving, Hunt did not forget to thank the bartender.
"Your wine is so flavorful." Hunter shook hands with the other party.
"It's not the wine that tastes good, but the mind that tastes good."
"what?"
"Do you know what those glasses of wine you've had?" The bartender squinted and smiled.
"I understand English."
"You're so cute. When English is here, it's not just literal."
"Oh? Here, what do those glasses of wine mean?" Hunter touched his chin, it seems that those glasses of wine have other meanings
"DARK NIGHT, when night falls, my heart is beating, are you the same as me?"
Hunter nodded.
This glass of wine should mean temptation here. If someone invites him a cup of DARK NIGHT, it is to see if he is interested in the other party.
"LIP ON FINGER, my lips, I want to kiss not only your fingertips, but everything about you."
Hunter's heart skipped a beat, and the temperature that had cooled down became inexplicably hot.
"CRAZY DESIRE, your sexiness makes me lose my mind and destroy everything to get you."
There was a surging in Hunter's throat, and he didn't even dare to get off the seat.
"And the last YOU RULE ME. You control my everything, I only exist for you. Last month, the owner of our bar proposed to the bride with this glass of wine, and they had a very passionate and crazy night. "
"I..." Hunter shrugged, not knowing what to say for a moment.
And, he probably knew why he was so rude just now.
"It's romantic. Come back next time. But without Winston, I don't think you'd have those four drinks."
"why?"
"Because no one dares to give you some."
The bartender said as he put away the empty glass.
"why!"
"Hahaha!" The bartender laughed without answering.
Hunter's mood was mixed, and he had the feeling that Winston had soaked himself with four glasses of wine.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: Do you really think I'm going to buy you a drink to encourage you to flirt with girls
Hunter: Or... how can you
Winston: Next time, I'll make you cry.