Les Garçons
Autor: Krisnatágoras | Publicado: 2016-12-15T15:21:00-05:00


There is this little place that I know, where unexpected things can happen. One says that it's a magical place, some say that is a sin place, no matter what do you think, in this place called "Les Garçons" in typical nights people come in packed of dreams, catalyzed by alcohol and good music. A place where criminals become good fathers and prostitutes become respectful wifes.

In "Les Garçons" everybody is accepted like they are no matter who they are, it's always a place for every soul that need to grab a drink and have some release from the craziness of life.

Nobody knows how to explain, some are skeptical others crazy about it, but there you can expect the unexpected.

When there's no more hope and you face the end, there is the place where hard sad hearts can find some warm, where a dry throat can find something to wet it, where a hug is never denied and if you are worth it, you can find much more.

One says that devil works in the details and it's marvelous how a simple thing can change all the course of your life. A smile, a blink of eyes, a leaf falling from the tree, a red traffic light, a missed bus, a shot of tequila... all of this small and apparently insignificant events has the power of life's changing and all the love stories starts with something like this. One could say that is just the luck, others could say that is just chaos acting, devil or god, no matter how you call, for this story I gonna call "magic".

Two bodies, two persons, which one from one side of the world, but both of them with the same desires and wishes.
Which one with their own stories, memories, frustrations from this journey called life, which one with your own baggage.

An improbable meeting, an improbable story... but remember, there in "Les Garçons" is the place where magic exists and acts on the details.

You know, don't get me wrong, this story isn't about love or romanticism, this story is about how magic acts in the small things and that can change all the course of your life.

She came inside opening the entrance door, normally people are not noticed when they came inside "Les Garçons", but she was different, a very pretty young Eastern European, with radiant eyes but reluctant looking, with a black dress that accentuates her body curves that could warm any soul and could find fit in any bed.

And he was there, in deep thoughts trying to figure out the meaning of his life and if exists such meaning... digesting all the suffering that wrong choices could bring to life, waiting no more that the effect of alcohol take place in his body and forgetting his loneliness when suddenly a thought came into his mind, something about some important philosopher: "The best of the worlds that could occur in your life is occurring now!", but his life was just shit.

Two bodies, two souls, so improbable story, so improbable meeting, but remember, there in "Les Garçons", magic can happen.

Despite the improbability, there they are, with their dreams.

She walked to the bar crossing all the eyes on her, all the wolfs, all the bad and the good guys was looking to her as she approached the bar. When she got there the barman was ready to take serve, a drink or his life, one could do anything just to get her attention. 

- A perfect manhattan, please! She said.

"A beating of a butterfly's wings in Japan could make an earthquake in the USA, right? But what about my life? The same bullshit happening all the time and doesn't matter how many butterflies flying, nothing changes..." He thought.

She was so pretty and empowered by that black dress, but also so delicate. They were so close and so unnoticed that they haven't realized at the time that their lives were about to change.

One guy came to the bar, the first guy to try to get the girl, offering to pay her drink:

- Hey princess, could papa pay you a drink?

- Where do I come from, princess don't accept drinks from papas, a princess can afford her own drink... thanks!

That was he notice her: &nbsp;"What a fuck... a free drink? Why not accept it?" he thought, having a glimpse of her backing to his beer.

"She is so hot", he thought.
"This guy looks my father", she thought.

She sipped the drink while her face showed the perfection of it. That is a thing about "Les Garçons", the cocktails are the state of perfection.

- Another beer, please! He said.

- A beer for my favorite thinker. Said the barman.

"Thinker? He doesn't look like intellectual, he looks more a truck driver, not like a thinker, but anyway, he is a cute truck driver.", she thought.

She had another sip of the manhattan meanwhile he tried to look at her again.

"Ow my fucking god, she is really pretty... should I say something to her? Bullshit, every time the same fucking thing happen when you talk with a pretty girl: she smiles to you and in the next second she punches you.", he thought.

That tension grows between the two, but nobody knew what to say or how to begin.

"Think of something smart and funny to say to her", he thought.

"Hope he doesn't say me anything stupid", she thought.

The barman looked to them seeing on their faces the shyness.

"Get your place man, a woman that asks for a perfect manhattan is beyond your capacities", he thought.

"Actually truck's drivers are nice guys, my father was a truck driver", she thought.

The drinks run out faster when you think more than you talk.

"Fuck, I'm not drunk enough to talk with her", he thought.

- Another beer, please! he said.

- Another manhattan, please! she said.

The barman served them with another round.

"I'm getting drunk", she thought.

"I need to be drunk", he thought.

- Hey girl, may I pay you a drink? One of the wolfs asked her.

"Fuck, motherfucker... I just lost my opportunity, forget about it man", he thought.

- Thanks but I just got mine, thanks! She said turning her neck to the bar letting the guy a bit confused.

"Fuck, I can't offer her a drink, she isn't accepting any drink." He thought.

And the tension grew between the two. Two souls imprisoned in their cocoon, desperate to find one each other, but no secure enough to do it.

And when I said that magic happens in "Les Garçons", is that I mean, everything was about to change, just for a simple thing.

- Hey guys, you look likes you need some tequila, these are on the house! Said the barman.

That was the first moment they looked one each other.

The barman took the bottle of tequila and like a magician poured that magic liquid in the glasses over the bar, lime and salt in the shine glasses and they looked one each other with shine eyes but no much words, it was like they realized that their lives were about to change.

- There we go, tequila to warm lovely souls. Said the barman.

- It's cool that you accepted this drink, looked like you don't like to have free drinks. He said.

- I accept drinks just when I want, she said.

- To what we gonna cheers? &nbsp;He asked.

- Let's cheers to the new things in life. &nbsp;She answered.

And meanwhile that magic liquid goes down their mouth, passing through their throat warming their chests and giving them that bliss, making them feel that everything takes place when a butterfly flap wings no matter where and they looked one each other with the sure that from that moment everything will be alright, the rest my dear, the rest is story.