A simple stroke of luck was all he needed. The thin pale singer threw the dice. They rolled in the air, the women held their breath in excitement.  Finally the dice landed on the table and bounced. All was silent. The gambler looked up at the caller. “SEVEN!!!!” The man jumped with glee earning $600 for the night. A boy came up and whispered in his ear “My my Ville, looks like you’re the lucky one tonight” Ville shut his eyes and felt light headed. “Let me take you back to my place.” Ville opened his eyes and stared into the brown eyes of the other man. He nodded hesitantly and grabbed the hand of the man walking to his hotel room.

Slowly the crowd’s noise faded. Still in a trance like stage Ville watched the mans hips sway ever so slightly as he walked. Where his sunglasses lay, the mans shaggy black hair was all over the place. He wore a pair of ripped jeans and a faded out black shirt. Ville looked down and noticed he had an old pair of vans on. While Ville sauntered the man walked lazily almost dragging his feet in small steps. Finally they reached the room. The man slid the key card into the slot and the green lights showed. He turned the knob to revel a slightly bad smelling dimly light room. The man pushed Ville onto the bed and straddled himself onto him. “DO you know who I am?” The man said in a suggestive manor. Ville looked puzzled and simply shook his head. The man gave a giggle and kissed him harshly. Their tongues massaged each other and their lips collided softly. Ville turned his head and the man kissed and bit his neck. “Ple-E-ease tell me who you are” Ville begged the man whose only replay was to bite down harder. He let out a long deep moan. The man made his way back to Ville’s lips and bit them gently. Nights always ended in this sort of way, At least for Ville. HE exited the room and went on to find his. The night was almost over and he needed rest for a gig the next day.