mi amor por esta noche | mon amore pour l’argent [AURELIO]

Another night, another set of questionable life choices. A night at The Pussy Cat would consist of backdoor gambling, drinking and his own sort of happy ending. Orlando and Aurelio had cleaned out most of the gambling earlier in the evening. The blond man’s pockets were full of money (delicious gold coins) and he was itching to spend it. He was alone since Orlando was already upstairs with the girl of his choice. Aurelio was left with the money. That’s why he had an expensive bottle of tequila on the low table in front of him and a girl by him. With his tongue in a girl and alcohol saturating his liver, he was content with the world around him. That was until he could smell a strong fragrance. “Brig, is that your Eau d’French Whore parfum I smell?” He asked, pulling away from the girl that had a name, he was sure of, but he did not remember.

Aurelio had planned on having a friendly interaction with Brig, but she obviously thought that he was at fault for something. She had slapped him after all. His head spun at the force of it. “Qué fue eso? Te has vuelto loco? Niña estúpida, me alegra que vomité en tu cama,” He snapped at her. Last night had been a bit much for him. He was celebrating quite a great day at “work”. He was not sure what he had done since he remembered only bits and pieces. He went to pick up the bottle of tequila in front of him and went to try to hand it to her, “Bebe, mujer. Necesitas calmarte.”

People were started to look at them with curiosity. This wasn’t anything new to the crowd at the Pussy Cat. They often referred to their arguments as yet another battle of the Franco-Spanish War. No matter who “won’, it would always end up the same way. It would end with them stumbling upstairs to one of the cheap rooms to do what it was that they did. If you were unlucky (or lucky), you could hear them.

BRIGITTE VIVIENNE MÉNAGE

Notes: Aurelio thinks it's hot.

“Ow! Mi corazón herido. Esta es la bebida de los dioses,” Aurelio said as he went to wiggle the tequila bottle in front of her face. He then decided that if she was not going to partake in his generous gift, then he would take part of it himself. He reopened the bottle and went to take a swig of it out. He did not want to get as terribly inebriated as last night. After all, what use was this giant partying if he did not remember it. As son as he brought the bottle back down to chest level, Brig had sat down and she had taken the bottle from him. He had smirked at her. Not so awful now was it? “You were due for a change of sheets anyway. If anything, I did you a favor.” Personally, he perferred if she changede them everyday .For hygenic reasons at the very least.

“I didn’t leave you….I don’t even remember,” He said in his defense, Rolling his eyes at her, he went to scan the room so he could watch the girls who were making him happy. The ones dancing and the ones not yelling at him in a grating language. He took the tequila back from her and noticed that it was significantly higher. “I’m taking this out of your pay,” He said as he wiggled the bottle once more, showing her the sliver of liquid that was left.

She was angry with him, but what else was new? “No me diga que usted todavía está enojado. Madreselva ...” He commented as he went to place his hand on her cheek, trying to calm her down and ease her into a more pleasent mood. At her request, he shook his head. “I’m not bailing you out after the way you talked to me.” He turned his head so he could lock eyes with the owner. He shook his head and mouthed the word ‘terrible’. He made sure Brigitte could see. While her anger was annoying, it was also incredibly attractive.

But it was all a jest because as she started to swing her hips, he went to wrap his hand around her wrist and he pulled her into his lap. She felt so warm against him and her outfit left very little to his imagination. She was so sensual and had such kissable lips and thighs.

BRIGITTE VIVIENNE MÉNAGE

Notes: They're both hot tamales xD