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》06《 The Right Choice

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▂▃▅▆▇ 06 - The Right Choice ▇▆▅▃▂

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Dawn was slowly beginning to rise, spreading a timid light in the main room of a large living room in which there was a curious tranquility after a tumultuous night. A large quantity of cans of soda and beer was spread out on the floor. Cartons of pizza sat proudly on the coffee table and a few crisps had been crushed on the floor, remaining evidence of a mad night that had clearly gone mad.

One of those nights that started out with a good feeling when a friend invites you to a chill out night at his house to celebrate the release of his new band's official debut album, but ends up with a guy singing his chest naked on the coffee table, using the neck of his bottle as a microphone. The kind of evening that usually ended with the intervention of the police.

Although it was not the case this time, the place of residence was in a terrible state. The TV was on and still playing the end of the boring news that aired on the channels in the late hours of the night before dawn to keep the insomniacs occupied.

The sound of electronic devices hummed softly in the apartment, as well as a moan that came from a room further away. A person had locked himself in the bathroom to unblock everything he had swallowed the day before. Mainly alcohol to see the impressive number of corpses of cans and bottles littering the ground.

In a corner of the living room, in which some of the guests had fallen asleep with the tiredness of a sleepless night, two boys were still awake, trapped in a strange state of well-being after this drunken evening which had somewhat exceeded them limits imposed by the host, and a state of hesitation due to a very pleasant moment. As well as a sort of euphoria that continued to float in the Mark's wandering mind.

The black haired guy was sitting against a wall in the corner of the room with no idea of how or why ? His legs were like cotton. The buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his discreet musculature and he took a sip of cool water, hoping to clear his mind. Or at least make that pasty taste that lingered on his tongue disappear.

Beside him, in the same position, Gun couldn't hold back an uncontrollable hilarious laugh. His mind was still clouded with alcohol and the satisfaction of a crazy good night. He was grinning. His eyes twinkled with euphoria. But fatigue dominated his features. He pushed away the moment when their agent would disembark and would see with horror what had happened to the magnificent condo that the production had lent them to celebrate with dignity and soberly the forthcoming release of their first album. His scandalized expression amused Gun in advance who let himself be transported by his pleasant thoughts as he felt so good in this soothing climate where nothing mattered.

When the first guests had begun to succumb to the sweet call of sleep, the two boys had gone to isolate themselves on the balcony to chat calmly while putting on bottles of liquor. At first, the oldest had refused to let his junior consume it. But as the evening progressed, Gun was no longer thinking and ended up giving the bottles to the youngest himself. His attitude had amused Mark, who had followed suit. Enjoying the company of his elder and discussing at length everything and nothing in the invigorating night air, with only the moon, the stars and the thousands of neon illuminations that lit the city as witnesses.