95 : More Fish in the Sea

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Théo smothered a yawn and took out a cigarette from the half-empty box on his nightstand, bored and feeling purposeless. Before he could resume watching the adult film he planned to waste his time with this morning, the door flew open and in came his best friend, freshly showered and clean-shaven with some of his damp hair on his pale cheeks.

"I'm in the midst of pleasuring myself and no—I didn't use the coffee pot. Get out," Théo shouted sooner than Tomek could open his mouth. Tomek barging in instantly distracted him from his idea of a momentary diversion.

"Believe it or not, the kitchen's fine." Tomek grinned for a second. "For now at least."

Théo pulled a face.  He'd even had better days back in Rome, that week when he almost got himself killed in a shootout, and now he could feel himself getting more stuck in a stretch of tedium.  "What can I do you for?" he mumbled to his meddling best fr