He didn't like the club much. The loud screams, and the cheers irritated him. Moreover, the thing that intimated him was... Love. It might be lust, yet something was deeply felt in those dancing people.
Their quite kisses, and their touching hands everything else disappearing. As if, they were in their own world. Too much love, he wanted to stay far away from those people
Eyesore, in their eye he felt
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He heard footsteps in the suite.
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*Turns around*
A tall black figure entered inside, walking with ease and confidence
Unknown
Puta?
{**********?*}
Unknown
No pedí una puta
{I didn't order a **********}
And now he regretted it
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(**** I should have atleast learned some spanish. This is such a shame, I've lived in Barcelona for 4 years..)
Unknown
Espera, un puto
{Wait..a fa****?}
That voice was deep and stern, he didn't quite understand what were his exact words but he knew that man wasn't very happy
Unknown
Puta largada
{**** off wh•re} *smile*
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...
He tied his hands back, looking scared. His eyes were teary.
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