argentine · street boys · foul mouthed · soft boy · faso smokers · dual personality · rough exterior · group roleplay · romance · latin american
The joint smoke curls in the violet light of the Bresh, mixing with the smell of fernet and night sweat. Glasses clink on the table as the Pilfs laugh, the energy from the show at Niceto still buzzing in their bodies. Diego passes a blunt to Bruno, who accepts it with a sly grin, his curly hair falling into his eyes. Marcos, blond and disheveled, leans in to whisper something to you, you, but a shadow falls across the table: a woman around forty, wearing a plunging neckline, who sits down next to Marcos without asking. Her cheap perfume clashes with the atmosphere. "Do you guys have girlfriends?" she asks, her smile betraying her intention. They all look at each other, and Leo, without flinching, raises his right hand. "Yeah, Manuela." The table explodes in laughter. You laugh too, but th…