REMIX

"You know her?"

Gong Junye raised his hand to beckon a waiter wearing roller skates and a maid outfit, and poured Baileys and a little vodka into my glass, "It's not high, give it a try."

I took a sip and said, "The one who plays underground rap can be regarded as the first sister among female rappers. Those who are not in this circle may not have heard of it much."

Even if I only saw her in Live and Battle videos circulated on the Internet, I was lucky enough to meet a real person and drink a glass of wine from her. Apart from being flattered, the most direct feeling is that she is much more beautiful than street photos.

Gong Junye and I sat in armchairs randomly placed under the T-shaped stage, behind us was an aisle running through the hall, separating us from the fluorescent-colored swimming pool opposite.After splitting up from the bar, Si Jun and Fei Na went to the downstairs casino to play Texas Hold'em. Their other female companion seemed to have followed a blond foreigner, and she must have found her home tonight.

The waitress in a bunny costume passed us with wine, pinched the fluffy white tail behind her, her body was so hot that it made people's blood rush.

As soon as the lights on the stage dimmed, a beam of white light shot directly at the center, and it was divided into five parts halfway, illuminating the silver steel pipes in front of the curtain, and five figures with bumps and bumps. In the middle, the dancing girl covered with a black veil hooked her toes over the pole, revealing her black suspenders wrapped in a windbreaker.

After dancing to a piece of music, only the chest bandages and denim thongs are left on their bodies. Under the round tops are stunning Sichuan-shaped abs. Every time they lower their waists and sway, they attract crazy whistles. , riding on the knees of the men, the banknotes are continuously thrown to the hot buttocks.

This is the rule of the night scene. Everyone has the most upright tacit understanding of desires, and everything can be used for consumption, material, pleasure, and body.

The forest of wine and meat is drunk with money.

A dancer with rose tattoos on her buttocks circled around me, the alcohol in her stomach turned into a rush of heat and rushed to the top of her head, sweat was about to break out, her beautifully shaped breasts rubbed against my shoulders, Gong Juan Ye grabbed my bewildered hand and stuffed the roll of banknotes into the proud deep groove on my chest.Her bandages and the sides of her panties were stuffed with banknotes of various denominations, colorful.

She left a lip print on the back of my hand as a thank you, and walked away with a swaying figure, my face was burning like a fireplace in the twelfth lunar month of winter. As a cover, Gong Junye still touched his cheek with the back of his hand, "It's very ripe."

The music was too loud, he would always tilt his head slightly to talk to me, his black hair covered one eye, and his ears moved closer.I couldn't tell whether it was a thoughtful or provocative gesture that made my head boil, and I kissed him on the face.

"Want to eat?"

Eighty percent also drank too much.

After ten o'clock, the boxing match on the second basement floor began the last round of betting.

The boxing ring was full of seats, the referee was in place on the stage, and the next table was having a heated discussion on the strength of the two sides, and was stopped shortly by the irritable elder brother.I stared and analyzed the fighters in the rope for a long time. The waitress holding a mobile POS machine was kneeling on the long-haired sofa, and the other was lying behind Gong Junye to light a cigarette for him.

He tilted his head and touched mine, "Which one to bet on."

I pointed to the charcoal-like lefty on the right side of the boxing ring, "He."

"Yo. This is planning to upset the lottery," Gong Junye listened to the waitress show him the current betting situation, bit the cigarette in his mouth to free his hand, and pressed six digits on the POS machine keyboard, "I lost it." I will sleep with you tonight."

"..."

I couldn't help being a little shaken, "Dad, let's make one less zero."

He was so happy that he hugged me and kissed me loudly on the forehead, "I'm not afraid."

He signed the receipt and handed it to the waitress who looked at us and smiled, "I will sleep with you if I pay or not."

Fortunately, I bet and won.

I watched him bring back a box of money from the gaming table that made my hair stand on end. He had just been sent out of the gate of the boxing ring by the waitress and male bodyguards. Si Jun also came here through the crowd of red men and women, and pulled us to the card table. I play the most simple and easy to understand blackjack.

Fei Na sat on the card table with her legs crossed, a deck of cards shuffled in a dizzying way, with a chocolate-flavored black devil in her mouth, and said with a smile: "Little handsome guy, if you have no money, you have to take off your clothes."

"Baby is fine." Gong Junye hugged me from behind, "We just won 40."

After drinking the third glass of spirits tonight, I see double images.

The roof becomes a psychedelic irregular shape, and the human voice in the ear is suddenly far away and near, like diving into the bottom of the water, and like the bubbles filling the whole dream, dazzling and unreal.

After the four rounds, my clothes were still on, while Fei Na was stripped to nothing but a black bikini. She sat on Si Jun's lap, tied her hair into a neat ponytail, and the men watching at the same table blew like crazy whistle.

It was one o'clock at night when the fifth game ended, and she was determined not to take it off, but she was willing to gamble and lose according to the rules on the poker table, so she took out a lipstick from her handbag and pledged it to me, "Stop playing, baby, you really are A lucky cat."

I smirked all the way. When I was sober, I would never have such a smile on my face. I was covered in alcohol, and staggered into the elevator leading to the exit with Gong Junye.

Leaning against the reflective wall, I unscrewed the Tom Ford lipstick and aimed it at my lower lip, but in my dizziness I passed the line and drew a line on my face.

He held me by my leg and hugged me, pressed against the wall and kissed, the lipstick slipped off his hand during the collision, rolling all over the ground with beautiful red marks.

The elevator was pressed to a stop on the basement floor. The light when the door opened and the booing of other people exploded when they saw us. The thumb of the hand wipes the lipstick and body fluid from the corner of the mouth.

"Please close the door, thank you."

I can only remember the outlines of what happened in the second half of the night.

Gong Junye is not as drunk as I am, and he was able to drive home smoothly and bring me into the house in a state of dead body, but unfortunately, he failed to bravely climb upstairs, and the two of them fell asleep in the living room. on the carpet.

I woke up thirsty the next morning.

Headache after a hangover may be related to personal constitution, but dry mouth is unavoidable if you don't drink water all night.I first touched the clothes on my body vigilantly, and then touched the person lying beside me. Thank God, I held his hand wearing the two rings.

With my tongue dry in my mouth, I struggled to utter a plausible word, "Water."

I saw him take a bottle of water on the coffee table through the light that leaked in between the eyelashes, unscrew it and take a sip, thought about it, and took another sip.

Then I turned over, opened my chin with my fingers, and fed the saliva with my mouth.

rogue.