>>9971939The latest news out of the middle east fills the quiet room devoid of any sound other than the slight hum of an A/C unit. Looking over the kitchen bar I can see him fixed on the TV. That's him. Always finger on the pulse of geopolitics. Before I can finish mixing my drink I instinctually pour another glass. Realizing my mistake I decide giving it to him might loosen him up.
I was wrong. Sitting down next to him he looks at me like I'm some kind of weirdo trying to rape him. I literally watched the ice melt into the brown liquor. Sick of the tension I did what I knew would get him talking.
"Want to know about the Taliban?" I say smugly. He flips over his attention to me eyes full of wonder.
"Yes. Please tell me everything you know."
We spend the next hour discussing the intricacy of radicals supplementing for government services and the difficulty of coming to a sound conclusion. During our talk I watch him drink from the glass I handed him. A few drinks in and we've gone from the Taliban to the Syrian conflict all the way back to the Vietnam war. Like 2 old men we sit back drinking and talking about various topics of interest from philosophy, virology and many many others. At some point even I lost track of how much we were drinking.
Without missing a beat between topics he starts moving closer to me on the couch. With every inch he got closer the more I noticed about him. His hair is so clean and he's about the same size as me. Small but wide in the chest and shoulders. His are narrower than mine but very close. My mind starts shooting off about what he must look like naked. With my own body as a frame of reference it makes it very easy. I start trailing off looking over him my mind filling with the thoughts of what he could do to me. What I'd let him do to me...how I'd react. Before I can come back to reality he says something to me blocked out by the static in my ears while presenting me the bottle I'd been pouring from.
"Of course love..."
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