Loneliness Existed in Him
"I cannot contain my lust," screamed the man seated next to him at the bar, repeating himself for the third time as he tried to be heard over the rock band playing on the other side of the bar.
He was the only other person that looked out of place at the bar. The man looked as if he would have been more at home on the beach in Cuba than in this bar in an unknown corner of Berlin. Arthur had taken the empty stool next to him at the bar because he felt a certain kinship for his fellow wayward traveller. Obviously, this had been misplaced.
Arthur turned back to his drink and pretended as if the man had not spoken to him at all.
A young man in a suit that cost more than he had made on his last job climbed on to the bar stool beside him. Inside, Eames sighed. A great loneliness existed in him. He didn't know if it was the alcohol or the beautiful young man sitting beside him that had opened his eyes to the fact.
The man in the suit ordered a cocktail he had never heard of in German better than his when he was sober. He paid Eames no special attention, though he had captured Eames'. The column of his neck, pale and strong, peeked out from the top of his shirt collar, teasing Eames and making him wonder what the skin there would taste like.
"I cannot contain my lust," Eames said and the young man turned to face him.
