Sobu happily wagged her imaginary tail as she jumped at the opportunity to showcase me to her best friend.
Portland hastily covered himself up, but not before ogling Siliana and Sobu. He really had a thing for girls and me being a man of culture myself, I could understand.
"Have we met before?" Portland asked me, his behaviour changing like the fleeting season, when he realized he was in the presence of women.
"No, we haven't, Mr. Portland." Damien answered in my stead.
I could feel a weird symmetry here, as if we all three men were standing in a triangle of understanding and narcissistic illusions.
"Then why not have a little conversation with something to drink?" Portland suggested the obvious.
"Sure, I'd love to drink." Hey, I was poor as fuck in my previous life, don't judge me.
Siliana clicked her tongue while Sobu kept frolicking around like a wild kangaroo.
