The place is smoky, filled with men, but also women, with the same look as Chris and his gang. They manfully greet several specimens, some of which have a length of beards that are inversely proportional to that of their shaved skulls.
A blonde with almost invisible shorts and an ultra-crop top throws herself at Chris’s neck and kisses him greedily. The latter accepts the kiss as if it was normal, but throws a keen glance at me right after. I concentrate on keeping an indifferent look, but my heart strangely pinches in my chest. This is silly. I conclude that my cardiac organ is a sombre moron.
“Sybil can’t help but fiddle with him as soon as she sees him... it’s pathetic,” says an amused female voice behind me.
I turn around immediately, to experience an intense shock at discovering th
