I'm Not Gay, Barbara

Me and Ben arrived at the Hazard around ten o'clock at night.

The Hazard was a simple but popular bar. It started with Happy Hour and continued until almost dawn with drinks, music on the jukebox, pool table and occasionally on the weekends Karaoke or cover bands.

Most of the time, it was frequented by people with good financial and social conditions, except when a friend decided to pay someone from outside to seduce innocent young people and offer them pleasure out of sight. There could be those kinds of people too, camouflaged among the good-hearted.

- Need money, Babi? I have for both of us. I don't want you to spend yours. I invited, I paid.

- No way. I have.

- I know you're tough, my friend.

- No more. I sold a blazer on the black market. – I blinked.

- Bárbara Novaes... You stone madman. What if Casanova wants the coat?

- He won't even remember... That... Disqualified from hell must have several of the same.

- From the hells you mean because of the fire, don't you? Because you t