“As the man who brought up dick to begin with, how do you feel about that?” Matt inquired, tone full of humor and his signing turning to lewd gestures just to get a rise out of the blond beside him. “Yea, Rome has nothing on Minneapolis, dude. As if you couldn’t already tell,” he chuckled, gesturing to the pole working midgets whom may have been done on stage but were now on the floor. The art historian leaned in a bit closer to speak into Gabriel’s good ear, “when in Rome right?” His head then nodded at the bill he attempted to slyly slip to the stripper shaking her ass in his face. Leaning back into his seat, he added, “See you’re just like the rest of us men. Don’t be acting like Geneva’s made you all high and mighty and above the primal nature within us all.” Seriously, what man didn’t love a great pair of tits and a firm ass in their face. Hopefully accompanied by a beautiful face and a killer personality, and while all this was strictly for amusement, Matteus truly wanted a woman he focus all his time and attention on. In the meantime, it was nice to sit back and watch the female form in teasing movements. “Not on my lap either, brother. I just like viewing,” he said unashamed with a shrug of his thick shoulders. “These girls aren’t like porn stars who get checked regularly for STDs and shit,” he pointed out, nearly wincing in displeasure in seeing where the dancer had stuffed the bill Gabriel had slipped to her.
With the bourbon in front of him, Matt grabbed the tumbler and had a drink, chuckling a bit into glass of dark honey hued liquid. “Ah, come on, I deserve a break,” he joked. The news that came out of his friend’s mouth made him both happy and apprehensive, some worry and anxiety settling in if Gabriel moved away permanently. Sure, Matteus had friends but Gabriel was someone he considered himself closest too and knew he’d feel really alone if he left for good. “I guess that’s good news. You better invite me over sometime soon or I’ll just show up and make an awkward moment between you and whatever woman you’re fucking.” He laughed, knowing he was likely to get a rise out of Gabe with that tease and threat, but more importantly, he’d get some kind of answer on what he was curious about. “What’s keeping me busy? I have a few needy clients, an old Sharon Stone type of broad —- like in the movie Basic Instinct —- that I think is just wasting her money because she’s trying to bed me. But, I’m also teaching a couple classes on art history at the university.” Then a smile curved his lips and he set his glass down on the table top. “I met a gorgeous woman recently. I’m hoping that goes somewhere, anywhere.”
“Eh, debatable, but I don’t mind running with that story. Afterall, what type of broship would this be without some flexibility. Also, efforts to get me laid are almost always appreciated,” he commented, lowering his voice as several midget strippers passed by. “You know what, Rome has nothing on Minneapolis and I have to wonder if the rest of the world knows what they're missing out on,” he joked, letting out a chuckle as he shook his head. “If anything Geneva’s helped me loosen up a bit. Must be that crisp alpine air and clear blue skies and absolutely nothing to do with legalized recreational marijuana use,” he deadpanned. Matt would know that Gabriel was joking; although he wasn’t a prude by any means, he never touched the stuff, only drinking socially. Losing control of his faculties on any level had never been the surgeon’s idea of fun time. “I’m not on Porn Star etiquette, but please....continue. At least one of us is well versed in these things, never know when this information will come in handy,” he said, realizing he might have been exceptionally loud as he looked around the place, though he wouldn’t have guessed anyone there in the strip club would have been shocked or bothered by their conversation thus far.
Gabriel winced, taking a pull of the bourbon. “I mean, you could always come out there, plant some roots. From what I’ve heard from you so far, doesn’t sound like you have anything holding back. Unless, things are more serious than you’re letting on about this gorgeous lady you’ve met.” Gabriel paused to reflect on the last time he’d actually heard Matt bring up a woman and his memory fell short. “Sharon Stone is hot though...maybe my ass his getting old, but I wouldn’t exactly classify her as an old broad, distinguished maybe? Is that you way of saying you’re not interested in what she’s offering up? Anyway, what kind of project are we talking?” Gabriel wasn’t an art or history enthusiasts for the most part, but the polymath in him wouldn’t let an opportunity to delve into his friends passion escape. “So, what about this mystery lady of yours. When I do I get to meet her? Tell me something interesting about her, what’s she like?” If nothing else Gabe could live vicariously through his friends love life for a bit, given the stagnate nature of his own, although there had been a bit of a plot twist recently. There were some interesting possibilities developing, Gabriel still unsure of what to make of the vibe he hadn’t been able to shake since he’d made somewhat of a connection with his neighbor of all people.
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