Ale is sitting on my lap, we keep playing in a competitive flirting match with constant timeouts where we can’t resist to taste each other, it seems like she’s having fun.
My friend is sitting on the front couch with her new big breasted friend, he has the mind of an artist, so he likes to share his dreams with his companion. It seems like he is having fun, he keeps ordering another bottle once the last is finished.
I can’t remember the last time I was in a VIP room, but I’m sure I have never been in a situation akin to this one. An imaginary line makes a perfect division in the room, as if we were different countries, different cultures, different necessities.
As with nations, you can notice quickly the contrast by observing the language, if you focused on his couch, you could see he is quite interesting, you could hear some deep thoughts coming out of his mouth, great questions about existence and impressive conclusions about ethical behavior between humans. If you focused on my couch, you would see my dear Ale filling her mouth with her drink and then spitting it inside mine.
The alcohol level in our blood hadn’t been distributed equally, I barely touch my glass, while he can’t help to take a sip every 43 words. The oxygen looks like another meaningful variable as he is constantly asking my delicious companion for her lighter.
Buuuut enough of comparisons, Ale has won and now I am totally hers now.
Emiliano Mancilla 
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