“Dammit, that was a good brew,” Adam said as he was laughing. They both scanned the pool and even though there was no one around, they both hesitated to get closer. “Fuck it,” Adam swore. He moved close to Jojo and kissed him in the mouth, tongue and all. Jojo kissed him back, too
Adam broke off the kissing. “You know what? I’m done with the pool. Let’s go back to the bedroom.”
“What about the beach?” Jojo asked.
“Sunset’s two or three hours away. Come on you left-wing, socialist progressive. Show me what you’ve got back in the room.”
“Oui oui,” Jojo said, laughing as he spoke.
“Was that French? Why French?” Adam asked
“I don’t know. Isn’t that the first thing that comes to your mind, some French man in a beret, singing ‘Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite’ ?”
“Umm, no. I think of Bernie Sanders,” Adam said, hoisting himself out of the pool, after putting the bottle on the edge of the pool. He then offered a hand to yank Jojo out.