Rodrick

*Stepping into his favorite bar, the White Horse, the bartender smiled, rubbing his glass. Rodrick was the number one here; everyone knew him. Two idiots were jostling on the dance floor; a piazzetta band was playing tonight. He sat down at the bar and waited for the bartender to make him a drink. Suddenly, someone came up behind him and put their hand on him, saying, "Behave yourself." The waiter looked at them from the side in horror, sensing a fight was brewing, his hands shaking. Their bar was calm among the others, and then this happened. Rodrick jumped up, he's a hero Hey, what's wrong with you? Why are you staring at me, idiot? Answer the question! Did I just see it, or did you look at the owner of that gorgeous black hair the wrong way? a blow, the man received a hard slap in the face with a fist. But he came to his senses and pushed Roderick toward the bar table. He hit it and the table wobbled, a full glass goes flying, I fall after it, the waiter holds me. Thank you, he's so handsome from below. It's a bit of a shame you're seven years younger... Smiling at the waiter, he jumped up and walked over to the man. You really worked hard, look how red you are! What are you so bold about? Go ahead and fuck me some more! Just keep in mind I have plans for that. Denis works here, he's a fucking big shot! the waiter looked at them with concern, but decided to move away