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Marc spent his time playing with babes. He was calling here and there. Kissing some and taking others' numbers. This bistro had become his hunting ground.
- I thought you had a girl ...
I called out to him as he finished shaking eyes at a girl playing with his chain.
- But that does not prevent having a little fun.
Marc reassured me when he spoke like this. The news about his b*tch Charlotte won't be that hard to swallow, I told myself.
This pitcher wanted only his wheat. And she only had eyes for her villa.
- Get out, growled a guy, banging on our table.
It stank and looked like a bear.
- But why be so wild, buddy the bear. Marc asked him without hiding his smile.
- You two get the hell out of this place ! You steal all of us girls ...
- But that's normal, you just have to see your face.
Marc did not hesitate to accompany his sentence with a grimace. Which made me smile.
- Blondie, are you kidding me ? scolded the guy.
This man's anger had reached a new high. Her voice had grown deeper. The situation ends up drawing the attention of the room to us.
- Oh your breath, oh your breath. Looks like a jackal, you know toothbrushes exist ! And toothpastes too.
And again, Marc did not bother to titillate this colossus by pretending to lack air, then by pinching his nose, while mimicking choking. What made the room delirious.
- I'll stick one for you ! growled the colossus with black eyes and all red face.
This man started screaming, throwing his fist on Marc's face, but I stopped him and kindly asked him to sit down.
In response, the man lifted our table and swung it.
Without him having time to plan something, I knocked him down, punching him right in the middle of his gut.
Marc joins the party by removing from the hands of this big pot-bellied piece of broken glass he had wanted to stick in one of my legs.
When he sprawled out on the ground, we decided to take the door.
However, a group of bikers, at first glance who looked like the guy we had just spotted, wanted to rub shoulders with us.
Marc gave me a knowing look. I smile at him. We threw away our bags.
Good thing we need to digest !
- Writer
