Post by Julian Tijerina on Aug 24, 2016 1:43:57 GMT
studio1060
Madrid, Spain
The posh and stylish art gallery known as studio1060 is filled with beautiful young men and women in tuxedos and gowns. While a blanket of bright stars shimmered outside, visible through its massive glass windows, inside, the same can be said. Every art aficionado appears to have made time for the exhibit tonight. From actual artists to casual collectors, everyone who's anyone, or at least wants to appear as anyone, floods the floor and even the corners of the premier spot for the cultured elite.
In the middle of the sea of smiling faces, Julian Tijerina is indulging a stranger, a possible business partner, with a kind and comforting laughter. Around them flocked attractive women, none of which had anywhere else to go or at least doesn't want to be anywhere else at that exact moment in time.
Collector: You're also a professional wrestler, right?
Julian nods humbly.
Collector: That is wonderful! I've seen you once or twice. I have to admit, I've never been a fan of the sport, but watching you fly around the squared circle... It's just like one of your paintings.
Random Girl Behind Julian: He's so artful, creative, even outside of the canvas.
Everyone around them agrees. Julian himself can do nothing else but smile his patented killer smile.
Julian Tijerina: Well, I've been doing this since I was a child, so you could say, I've had more time to develop my...skills.
From the corner of his eyes, Julian spots an irresistible beauty, a familiar love. He takes a quick sip of the sherry in his hand and quickly excuses himself from the group, much to the disappointment of the ladies.
Julian Tijerina: I'm sorry. I'll be back.
He doesn't think he will but he feels it would be most appropriate to lie in the situation. Chances are, they won't even wait for him. Life goes on. People are attracted to beauty, to art, like moths to flame. They either go all in and fizzle away or they don't go anywhere near it, only want to.
Taking quick strides towards the girl, Julian passes by one of the waiters with a tray. He effortlessly and gracefully leaves his wine glass on the tray without the waiter even noticing. Julian's focus is solely on the woman who caught his eye. Deep down, he knows something is up.
A minute or two later, they find themselves in the balcony, far from prying eyes and ears. They stand side by side, staring out into the beautiful night sky.
Julian Tijerina: You haven't changed a bit. Still the main draw to an otherwise mundane night.
The woman chuckles but does not turn to look him in the eye.
Woman: And you're still a big flirt.
That statement makes Julian chuckle as well. He takes a giant sniff of everything around them, taking it all in. She pays him no mind, eyes towards the horizon, the bright lights of the city streets.
Julian Tijerina: To what do I owe this pleasure?
Woman: I heard you've been appearing on a second show. Lucha...
Julian Tijerina: Guerreros of Lucha. I competed for the Pandora's Box Gods of War match at their Eternal Lucha PPV. Came so close but...
Woman: It wasn't meant to be?
Julian sighs. He crosses his arms over the railing before leaning on them. The sight of the cityscape makes him feel a bit weird inside. Perhaps it's nostalgia. Or maybe it's disappointment.
Julian Tijerina: A lot of things I've wanted this year...wasn't meant to be.
The woman joins Julian in brooding over the city. Julian turns to her, one eyebrow raised. She turns to him with a grin, sticking out her tongue.
Julian Tijerina: That's unbecoming for a lady, you know.
Woman: What? Sticking at my tongue at an old friend?
Julian Tijerina: Well, I guess, if it's at an old friend...
The woman chuckles. She turns to him, her eyes drawn to his. Silence surrounds them but it's a familiar kind, the cozy, comfortable atmosphere that is welcomed between friends.
Woman: Trios Championship, huh?
Julian Tijerina: Yeah...
Woman: But no Karsten? No Enzo?
Julian laughs, his eyes twinkling.
Julian Tijerina: Asked them, neither was available.
Woman: Huh. So who are you teaming up with?
Julian Tijerina: Angel Kash and Mohammed Al Thani.
Woman: Oooh... I think I've seen Kash. She's loaded.
Julian nods absent-mindedly.
Woman: ...both in her bank account and bra size.
Julian narrows his eyes, grinning pointedly at the woman. She starts making lewd gestures towards her own chest. Julian shakes his head, looking away before settling for a bow, laughing to himself.
Julian Tijerina: I am going to take that title home.
Woman: As long as you don't let your guard down.
Julian Tijerina: What do you mean?
Woman: Wouldn't this be the first time you'd be teaming with them?
Julian nods, his eyes towards the sky.
Woman: You're good. You could run circles around your opponents. But that match is going to be a six-man tag team match. You're not the only one who can get pinned.
Julian Tijerina: I'm confident they won't let me down.
Woman: I'm not.
She moves closer and lands a quick kiss on the side of his head, to which Julian closes his eyes to savor.
Woman: Take care of yourself, Julian. Je pourrais appeler bientôt.
Seconds, minutes pass, before Julian opens his eyes. When he does, he is no longer with her, with anyone. He is alone. He does not move. He smiles, savoring the cool night breeze. Julian sighs.
Julian Tijerina: Deseando que llegue, Amelie.