Supersesses

Bevanda

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Ciro's focus instantly switched to a clock that was coiled on his wrist. The clock has now shown at eight forty, it is almost nine less.

"It looks like we should go back to the hotel. It's almost nine o'clock, and if we're late coming home you can't get enough sleep" Ciro said. Fio who heard it then turned to look at the watch in his hand.

"Ah, right. We have to go back. Especially from tomorrow your schedule is very tight," he said, glancing at Dario.

"Alright then let's go home. I'm tired anyway" Dario said.

"Yes, me too. Then let's go" Lucio moved from his seat followed by Dario, Ciro, and Fio. A moment later they stepped out of the VVIP room, about to return to their hotel rooms.

The first thing that greeted them when they arrived downstairs was the crowd and the sound of loud music. The access road to the exit is padati by the people who dance there. Along the dace floor to the exit, everything was filled with people. This made it difficult for them to go to the exit.

"How do we get out? There are too many people here" Dario said, staring at the crowd.

"We're just breaking in, I'll help you out" Fio replied. He walked in front. "Stay behind me!" He said to Dario who was now stepping behind. They then walked trying to break through the people who filled their path to get out of there.

"Let's go too" Ciro told Lucio.

"Wait, I want to make sure of something."

"What do you want to make sure?"

"I want to make sure other artists are back. It's almost nine o'clock, it could be bad if they haven't come home until nine" Lucio circulated his gaze, looking for the whereabouts of some of his fellow artists who haven't come home. The focus of his eyes then caught the two figures of the woman he knew. There, at the bar table that's right there. He could see Cristian sitting with Zeta. Talk to some men.

"Lucio! Where are you going?" Ciro yelled to his name when he realized the man was starting to go to the two people he had just seen.

"Zeta," called Lucio who made the sitting woman turn to the voice coming along with Cristian who was sitting next to her.

"Oh, Lucio? You're here too?" Zeta realized that the man who had just called her was Lucio.

"You're not home yet?"

"Oh, not yet. We are still waiting for our order. Why why?"

"Where are the others?"

"There!" Zeta pointed towards the direction where Analia was sitting together with Piero. Lucio turned his head in the direction the woman pointed, and he was so surprised to see Piero putting something into the drink before him. He was silent for a moment, watching his every move.

"Why are you asking?" Zeta looked at him in wonder.

"No, I just want to make sure you get home on time. It's almost nine o'clock," he murmured without glancing.

"Huh?" Zeta glanced at the watch in her hand. "Oh yes. God, I was completely unconscious" he said when he realized that he had waited for a long time, even just to wait for his drink that had not been served. The bar was so full that the barista focused only on the others, as well as himself and Cristian who instead focused on chatting with some of the people he met.

"Cris!" The woman called the woman beside her making her turn her head.

"uh? What's up?"

"It looks like we should go home. It's almost nine o'clock" Zeta pointed out.

"Oh you're right."

While Zeta and Cristian are busy chatting, it is different with Lucio who now continues to look at the movement of Piero. The man started trying to get close to Analia there, and Analia seemed uncomfortable with it. Several times Piero tried to give a drink that was originally mixed what. Lucio who saw it could not stay silent.

Rushing he walked over to them, to help Analia before an unwanted incident occurred.

"Eh? Aren't you Lucio's manager?" Cristian.

"Yes, where is Lucio? Didn't he just come here?"

"Lucio's? Oh, over there!" Zeta pointed at the man who was walking towards Analia there.

"Oh my God why he's walking so fast."

"Why are you looking for Lucio?"

"Lucio and I were going back, but he went. He said he wanted to make sure you guys were back or not."

"Ooh."

"Where are the others? Didn't you come with Giorgia and her friends?"

"Giorgia? Ah, they were there. But I don't know where they are now."

"God. Then let's help me find them, we need to get back before nine. You have to work tomorrow!"

"alright. We're going home too."

"Then let's find them!" He told the two artists.

"Yes. Come on," Zeta and Cristian moved from their seats. Walked to where Ciro went.

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"Ehem," Piero cleared his throat and made Analia spontaneously startle as soon as she realized the man was right next to her. In his hand he held his shot glass which now filled three-quarters.

"Can you shift a little?" Analia was uncomfortable with the presence of the man.

"Why indeed? Didn't we get used to sitting like this? In fact, closer than this," Piero embraced Analia. Analia who found such treatment, snickered towards him.

"Don't touch me!" He patted the man's big hand.

"Oh come on An. Don't keep acting like this to me. We better make up and go back to what we used to be, how?"

"Don't hope!" Analia shifted slightly until she was completely cornered at the end of the sofa she was sitting on. Piero shifted back towards him.

"An, I really want us to be the way we used to be."

"But I don't want to! How many times do I have to say?!" Analia's upset not a bitch.

"Huft~" Piero let out a long sigh. "I'm really confused about having to persuade you how else, are you really unable to forgive me?"

"Never!" Analia pressed her sentence.

"Well if that's how you want it, I'll stop to get close to you" he pretended. Hearing that Analia was slightly surprised by her response. Unlike usual the man behaved so, usually he will force his desire.

"Well, do you want a drink?"

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