After 3 whiskeys and a few shots offered by interested women, Christopher relaxes. One of the women, probably not over 22 years old, leaves the group of friends where she was, and shamelessly sits next to Christopher. Rose was her name, or she said so.
A finger sliding down his arm, a hand resting on his knee, a few insinuations later and Christopher lets himself be seduced.
Discreetly, the brother leaves the table and joins the other girls, sitting in the seat that had previously been Rose's.
Christopher was drunk. He wasn't drunk or throwing up, but the bar had started to move and he had started talking too much.
- What if we went to a more private place? - She asks.
- For what? - says Christopher. – we are already alone at the table.
- So we can do something more than talk. – she
