Janes gave a hard tap on Octavian's arm. "This thing is well done, man, so beautiful. That lesbian nurse is good."

Octavian told him to shut up and ordered tap water to the attendant. He had no money because although it was the beginning of the month his salary was late. He hated his boss. Old man son of a ditch.

"Today I want to chill, Janes. No lesbians, neighbors or nurses, please."

Janes laughed. "And what about someone named Marleen, heh? She has just arrived and looks radiant today."

"She is radiant. But no, thank you."

Janes frowned, he had nothing to say. Perhaps Octavian Gardner was becoming mad. Bad dreams? Heroine? They were having non-sense conversations since 11 o'clock, since they arrived. That was strange especially when speaking of Octavian Gardner. He was the one who had insisted Janes to visit the Mexican restaurant instead of the new pub that had opened on Robson Street, two blocks away from there and where everyone else was. Janes had just accepted his friend's request because he knew the Mexican restaurant was classic and people would end up showing up. Which was what was happening at that exact moment.

The wind from outside hit them cold, marking the appearance of Paige Tomlinson followed by five of the most gorgeous friends she had. Paige was Janes's high school girlfriend who was meant to become his highest passion.

"Look who is here, Oc."

"Good. Go talk to her."

"Not yet."

"Go before someone else does."

"I will, after you choose one of those five to hang with."

Octavian smiled weakly. "No, thank you. They are ugly."

Janes hit his arm with force. "Wake up! There are beautiful women everywhere!"

Raising his eyes from the glass of water Octavian blinked. He knew Paige from elementary school, they used to be like glue and paper. She was his first kiss. Yet he considered Paige a sister ever since she started dating Janes or even when they broke up decades ago. He could go towards Paige and she would introduce him to every one of her friends. That one was cute, or that other one... but the time would be wasted. He jumped to the floor, saying sorry; and spent the rest of the night walking up and down the town. Marleen was from Germany and German women were one of the best, why couldn't he man up and pull Marleen's arm for a dance? Why couldn't he stop thinking? What was he thinking about, exactly? His head felt heavy. Heavier than any other sensation he'd experienced. If this wasn't hangover... what was it?