Where’d My Drink Go?

 

 

“Um, this isn’t…?” Marino set the glass on the table, furry tits out. Where was his shirt? He had just taken a sip of what the waiter brought out and the taste was repugnant. He smacked his lips. No, it was actually kind of good. He looked at his date Esteban; he was wearing a shirt.

“This is going to sound ridiculous, but do you know where I put my shirt?”

Esteban blinked, staring at him. “I think it…ripped off your body?” his voice was unsure.

“What?”

“Yeah, around the time your chest came out, and all that dark hair started growing over it.” Esteban scratched his head, as if he were not quite sure himself.

Marino chuckled, “I hate to tell you this, but I’ve had this chest most of my life. When I started working out at the gym BOOM these tits were the first thing that really came in.” He held his biceps up, “The arms came later.”

“And the facial hair?”

“I don’t have….,” Marino stopped speaking as his hands met dark curls. His fingers traced over his lips then down to his chin. “¿Que es eso?”

“Your beard… or goatee, I guess.” Esteban shrugged with an amused look. “So, you smoke?”

“Never, my dad would kill me.”

“But behind your ear,” Esteban pointed and Marino grazed the cigarette stick there.

“Oh, I guess every now and then. When the mood takes me.”

“I hear you though, I’m not sure if smoking is a habit I’d want my son to pick up.”

Marino’s ear perked up. “Oh, you have a kid?”

“No... I don’t think so,” Esteban answered.

“You don’t think so?” Marino asked.

“My head's been kind of fuzzy since you did that shirt disappearing trick.” Esteban shared.

“My head's been kind of fuzzy too. Guess these drinks are stronger than we thought.” He tipped his glass towards Esteban.

A few tables ahead of them someone spit out their drink, onto the ground and shouted to the staff, “Why the fuck did you bring me apple juice, where the fuck’s my beer?!!”