drunken muse

“Eh? Hello Nicky, who and what are you?” — were my greetings.
She smiled to everyone and answered: “I will be posing for you today.”
“We agreed about everything, will pay the price,” –- explained Lorenzo barely moving his tongue, “She is gonna be happy!”
His bag full of bottles made loud clanking noise. When the drunks got them out I counted six.
“Yes, this is going to be a wild night.” I was thinking what to do now. I approached the model, took off her coat and hanged it, removed her blouse and explained that she can go behind the curtain.
“Hey, hey! What curtain son, what’s with you? She is from the med school, our people!” I heard the Kuz’s inebriated voice. “She is THE model!”
What — nude?” I wondered. “And what did you think, she’d sit covered up in here?” They burst into laughter. https://medium.com/paul-jaisini-paints-invisible-paintings/drunken-muse-fe70abdeabdf 

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