The bar recommended by Sean Waterman was on Second Street, and the two of them could hear the music coming from the bar from a long distance away.

After getting closer, Bai Quinn found that the front of the bar was small, with old-fashioned white walls and white door openings. The windows along the street were old-fashioned iron windows. The glass was covered with flyers for band performances, and the signboard read "CBGB".

What is incongruous is that in such a cold weather, there are twenty to thirty people waiting in line at the door of this unremarkable bar.

However, Sean had no intention of queuing up. He walked directly to the gate and fist-bumped, shook hands, and hugged the bartender Da Laohei enthusiastically.

After a set of procedures was completed, Big Lao Hei sided with his body to make way for the passage. Sean pulled Bai Quinn up and got in.

The people queuing outside complained loudly, and Big Black replied angrily: "He is the 123 boy! If any of you is a big star, I will let you in, Big T! Who is it? Who is it? Are you?"

If not, just line up properly! If you don’t want to come in, just get out..."

The crowd immediately fell silent, and those who were unconvinced only dared to complain in low voices, fearing that Big Lao Hei would hear him.

The small bar was crowded with people, and the two of them finally found a seat at the bar. Today's performer seemed to be a bit famous, and the guests gathered in front of the stage, and then the bar seats were vacated.

While drinking, the two chatted about topics in the wrestling industry, scolded Paul Heyman, and teased other wrestlers.

After just two rounds of drinking, a friend of Sean's suddenly came over to see him. Sean said sorry and went to another place to talk with that person.

As soon as Sean left, a curly-haired little man in his thirties wearing a white suit immediately moved his butt onto the stool next to Bai Quinn.

"Sorry, there's someone here. My friend will be back soon..." Bai Quinn didn't know if this kind of bar also had seats, but the way the little man in the white suit looked at him made him feel uncomfortable, so he became angry.

The ground made a sound to drive people away.

The little man in the white suit looked up at Bai Quinn with a smile on his face and said, "I'm just going to rest for a while, and I'll leave when your friend comes back."

Now that the conversation had come to this point, Bai Quinn couldn't say anything more, so she had no choice but to drink her own wine.

The guy in the white suit seemed to know the bartender, and after taking his order, he chatted familiarly with the bartender.

The bored Bai Quinn had no choice but to focus on the performance on the stage.

That we don't even care as restless as we are

We feel the pull in the land of the thousand guilts

The rock musicians on the stage looked very young.

The bald lead singer has a special and explosive voice, the guitar player is Asian, and the bass player is a blond girl who dresses coolly.

The arrangement is catchy and the lyrics are great, a little decadent and a little joyful.

The street heats the urgency of now.

As you see there's no one around.

Bai Quinn gradually became immersed in the music until the song ended.

"1979!" The little man in the white suit stood up and said close to Bai Quinn's ear.

Suddenly being approached so close by a man, Bai Quinn quickly hid back.

The little man in the white suit was very discerning. Before Bai Quinn could push him away, he sat back and explained: "1979, the name of the song just now, my name is Anthony Marendino, nice to meet you.

, are you also of Italian origin?”

"Thank you, Bai Quinn, my mother is Italian."

Bai Quinn did not shake Anthony's extended hand, but picked up the wine glass and said, "To 1979, to Italy!"

Awkward but not impolite.

After a glass of wine, Sean just came back. Anthony took his own glass of wine, said goodbye, and returned to the crowd.

Anthony squeezed through the crowd and came to a blonde woman. He said with a frustrated face: "Okay, Samantha, you are right, that little sweetheart is straight."

The woman named Samantha looks to be about thirty years old, half a head taller than Anthony, has a good face, blond hair, red lips, black silk boots, and a blue dress that wraps up her curvy figure. Although she is hiding in the corner of the bar,

Still the focus of everyone's attention.

Samantha said with a smile: "My hormone radar has never reported a miss. As soon as that boy came in, I knew he was straight..." As she said that, Samantha spread her hands and said, "Twenty dollars!"

Anthony, who lost the bet, reluctantly took out a Jackson card and slapped it on Samantha's hand.

Samantha held the banknotes in her arms and walked towards the bar with her long legs.

Bai Quinn was discussing "Seven Deadly Sins" with Sean. Suddenly, a gust of fragrance hit him. He turned around and saw a blonde girl appeared on the other side. Her half-long hair covered half of her face and she rested her elbows on the bar.

, waving the banknotes and said to the bartender: "Fin, martini, give this handsome guy another drink."

The bartender smiled and took the banknote, "Miss Samantha, I'm glad to see you. It's a very beautiful dress that suits you very well." After that, he turned around to prepare the wine.

Bai Quinn was a little stunned. A strange woman suddenly came to buy him a drink. This was definitely not a good thing!

Samantha turned her head and smiled charmingly, "This glass of wine is to apologize to you for my friend. He thought you were the same as him, but it turned out to be a small misunderstanding. I hope it didn't make you unhappy."

Being stared directly at by the beautiful woman made Bai Quinn's reaction seem a little stiff. She lowered her head and pretended to play with the empty cup, and she had to be careful not to be attracted by the deep groove in the middle of the blue dress.

"It doesn't matter, I'm used to it. This is New York, isn't it?"

Samantha put both hands on the bar and pressed her body against the table, "Yes, New York, the city of desire. Samantha Jones, public relations consultant."

"Bai Quinn, wrestler."

"Wow, I thought you were a model. That's right. Male models with slender styles are popular recently. Your muscular model is not very popular in the fashion circle."

Samantha changed the subject, "But I like it!"

"Forehead……"

Sean next to him saw the clues. It was an all too common scene in the bar, men chasing women, and women chasing men. It happened every day.

The self-conscious Sean quickly made an excuse to leave. Samantha slowly sat down on Sean's vacant chair, turned sideways to the embarrassed Bai Quinn, and her knee seemed to inadvertently touch Bai Quinn's leg.

The original owner was probably used to this kind of scene, but it was the first time for Bai Quinn to encounter it. He was a little excited. The woman in front of him was indeed a rare beauty, but he was more panicked and didn't know how to deal with it.

When my mind is confused, my thoughts drift away unconsciously.

Oops, am I acting like a junior brother?

Do I have no experience in 2021?

The bartender brought their drinks in time, which slightly relieved Bai Quinn's embarrassment.

Two strange men and women chatted while drinking. One talked about movies, music and wrestling, and the other talked about literature, fashion and economy.

Even so, the two of them were able to talk happily, and the wine was refilled no matter how many times, with Samantha paying for it.

Samantha shook the ice cubes in the empty wine glass and said: "Actually, I have always been afraid of a situation like this..."

This sentence successfully caught Bai Quinn's attention.

"Sorry...I..." Bai Quinn felt that she had drunk too much and her tongue was uncontrollable.

Samantha waved her fingers, "No, no, it's not because of you, it's my problem. I'm competing with myself...

I have a friend, a very good female friend.

She loves shoes so much that she has a wall of high heels in her home.

If she likes a new model of Jimmy Choo, even if it doesn't come in the right size, she will wear the inappropriate shoes home and put them on her display wall.

Even if she only wore it once, she was satisfied.

And I also have my hobbies..."

As she spoke, Samantha pressed her fingers on Quinn's biceps, feeling the elastic muscles.

"I'm afraid of meeting someone who is obviously not suitable for me, but I just like it..."

Soft fingers slowly climbed onto Bai Quinn's shoulders.

"Just like now..."

The two of them were so close that they could hear their breath.

A song suddenly sounded in Bai Quinn's mind, like a call from afar, followed by the sound of drums, mellow and long, cutting off the music and noisy voices on the stage.

I'm waking up to ash and dust.

Apart from the music playing in my head, all that is left is a pair of blue eyes in front of me, getting closer and closer...

The mouth was blocked by something soft.
Chapter completed!