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Boredom was a nasty word baby. It signaled something stagnant and wrong. When the mind was left with nothin to do, no challenge or fun, Colt tended to get creative. Few liked it when he did. Fact, those who knew him tended to move fast when the big Brazilian started showing signs. Tonight he was out to find something entertainment and leave that stagnancy to someone else. He figured Balzacs might be a fun address when compared to his other haunts. Tims? Rose’s... too traditional... practically part of his routine. Nah. He wanted a change, and he had a feeling he knew where he wanted to be.
It’d been a while since he’d stepped foot in Balzacs. Fancy menus didn’t usually room for flirting after all. Folks came for the dates, not for the dinner. Still, occasionally he found something fun. It was like a roll of the dice. Just what numbers would show up tonight? Guess he’d find out. A table near a window gave him a view, a waitress gave him a better one. So did the pretty fille sitting there all gussied out on stage. Easy on the eyes. Smiling something bright, he got up almost immediately and headed for the bar. No reason to wait around for that first glass of wine.
The man walked like he owned the place, and leaned on the bar like he belonged there. Confidence wasn’t his middle name, but it was waiting in line along with a variety of other fun words; handsome, wild, monster, demon, sex-god.. That smile never left his face. ”Serve me good stuff tonight, and i’ll make sure you get enough money to have one hell of a weekend Buddy.” He commented with a cheerful wave of his hand to the barkeep before turning around to watch the room. All those people; puppets playing their parts. Acting special... acting polite.. acting like they actually knew which fork to use without a real clue. Those masks were obvious. Just where was reality tonight? ‘Cause it wasn’t here. Just a few folks trying to pretend.
Donnie was quite familiar with boredom. He was bored every single day, so he had to find ways of entertaining himself – sleep around, get drunk and high, spend money. It became trivial at some point. What good did it do? It certainly didn’t make him feel happier, it gave him no fulfillment. Only problem was that he was too damn lazy to do anything about it. He always chose the easy, comfortable solution to things, so he wouldn’t have to make an effort. But he got a lot of aggressions that he needed outlet for, so he found various activities that would satisfy his needs for bitching. Tonight, he was going to Balzac’s. Or Ballsack’s, as he so affectionately had dubbed it. His agenda was to get wasted, piss people off and get kicked out. Piece of cake.
The staff would know him pretty well by now. The only reason that he hadn’t been banned was probably that he spent a lot of dough whenever he was visiting; he was much too valuable for them to turn away. Sometimes money could be very convenient; this way he could still act like an asshole, but the consequences were manageable. He entered the place in his usual obtrusive way, his pupils dilated and high as a kite. But Donnie had learned to control himself, even when he was under the influence, so he only came on slightly worse than his usual self. He went straight for the bar; why wouldn’t he? It wasn’t like he ever came here to eat their shitty food. Thanks to the coke, he wasn’t hungry either way; he was getting too skinny, everything about him was becoming boney and sharp to look at.
Right away he ordered a whole bottle of the most expensive the house had to offer. He didn’t know much about wine, but he knew about money, and only the most expensive was good enough. Sipping from his glass slowly, he now took time to look around. There weren’t a whole lot of people there, really. But the male-female ratio was off in the wrong direction, in Donnie’s optics. He spotted Colton at the bar quickly; such a slab of meat was unlikely to escape his attention. It was hardly a secret that Donnie preferred his men buff and slightly rough around the edges. It just made the sex that much better. And that was about as far as his thoughts went, as he didn’t believe in much beyond the physical level; romance was obscurity in his world, nothing he would waste a lot of thought on. Not like his brother, that spineless excuse for a man. Donnie grunted in disgust and flushed that down with a sip of wine.
Deciding he had nothing better to do, he got out of his seat, brought the bottle and glass with him. He sat down at the free barstool next to Colton, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag before talking. “If only they’d hire someone who could actually sing,” he said in a disgruntled voice, hinting at the girl on the stage, who was currently croaking something obscure into the microphone. Taking another drag on the cigarette, he turned his head to look at Colton, smirking slightly and then extending a hand for the other to shake. “Diego Correia. Call me Donnie,” he said in a playful tone.
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Where was the fun today baby? Did it have a name? A body? A face? Could it breath in his ear or moan obscenities in the dark? Colt wanted to know ‘cause that was where he belonged. He’d find it in time, but things took patience. Luckily he had plenty of that. He just enjoyed himself for the moment. Hopefully the moment could keep up.
The wine in his glass was for now just a part of the countertop. Left there like a disgarded condom wrapper on a bedroom floor. It wasn’t that he didn’t know the barkeep had put it down, but that it wasn’t of much importance till he found what he was looking for. Luckily only a few seconds later what he wanted had come to him.It was a feeling more than seeing. A sudden take up of space. Smaller than he was, but not slight. No. It wasn’t a woman. The jackal lit up his cigarette with a smile.. listening to those first few words with interest. “If only they’d hire someone who could actually sing,” Chuckling, he glanced to the stage where the flavor of the day was singing her heart out. Not bad on the eyes. Curvy figure and blowjob lips; what hot blooded man couldn’t notice that? All hail the embodiment of the fertility god. He’d drink to that. ”I suppose it depends on the kind of music you like.” The cowboy murmured, blowing smoke with an air of serenity before glancing down at a man a few inches shorter.
Why hello. Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes. ”Diego Correia. Call me Donnie,” Donnie.. he looked more like a ‘spark’.. Yet it was too soon for the big man to start connecting names to faces.. or nicknames. He had to feel this one out. ”Alright, Donnie.” With a flick of his fingers he knocked back that cowboy hat and looked at the other with one of those pleasant smiles mama warned you about. ”So you don’t like the music and your quick on the draw. What brings you to the winery tonight?” His hand slid into the other’s to shake, large masculine shoulders dipping slightly as he took a step forward. Everything about Colton Thomas screamed machismo from the way he wore his clothes to the sensual movements of his body. It screamed sex without a single word whispered. ”Food? Frolics? Fun?” He returned the cigarette to his mouth and finally reached for that forgotten glass of wine. The drink was too elegant yet he held it all the same like some conflicting piece in a puzzle that doesn’t belong.
He took a sip, eyes watching with interest over the edge of his glass. There were days he wasn’t so open, but this wasn’t one of them. He was feeling somewhat predatory. Might have had something to do with the pretty face on this boy.. or the fact he was showing signs of interest back. Still the big man made no real moves. More observing than anything else. ”Anyone ever tell you that you got the kind of face that should be selling something?” He murmured, finally putting down the glass of merlot. Man was it dry.
Let’s be honest here. Even if that singer up there was Elle McPherson herself, Donnie would’ve still scowled at her and turned up his nose. Women didn’t appeal to him one bit. In his early teens he had been dating girls like the other guys, but his first sexual experience with a girl made him absolutely certain of his own gayness. To say he hated women might be a bit of an overstatement, but he didn’t exactly seek out their company. So while Colton was very appreciative of the singer, the mere thought was enough to make Donnie throw up in his mouth a little bit. He just grunted at the man’s comment, shrugging his shoulders. Music wasn’t something Donnie knew a lot about, but he was more of a rocker than a crooner.
Sipping from his glass slowly, he moved his gaze from the singer to the man next to him. He was a big fellow, but Donnie was never intimidated by size. Matter of fact, he was never intimidated by anyone. Sure it got him into a lot of shit at times; his pride was the direct source of most of the times he’d gotten his ass kicked or been in trouble with law enforcement. Authorities were often completely disregarded; to his luck, his mother was a fierce attorney, the only use he ever found for her. Alternating from his glass to his cigarette, he took a deep drag and listened to the man’s question. The pleasant smile was exchanged for one of his own charming ones. “Fun and games, as always. Boredom,” he said. “What about yourself? I have to say, you stand out among the usual clientele.”
Donnie was attractive, but maybe not in the most conventional way. He wasn’t buff, or tall, or tan. His big, almost black eyes were very intense in their expression, mostly due to the drugs in his blood, but also very captivating on their own. Always groomed in a sort of careless way, confident in his own skin and with a lean, toned body. There was carelessness in his movements, something effortless about his entire person. If he were a woman, they would’ve called him a whore. Not that he ever really cared what people said about him. He wasn’t surprised by Colton’s observation, it amused him rather. Taking a puff on his cigarette, he exhaled and then put the butt out in the ashtray on the counter. “Can’t say I haven’t heard that one before. I used to model, but I got bored. It’s not like I need to work anyway,” he said, resting an elbow on the counter and cupping his cheek with his hand. “Anyone ever told you that cowboy hats and Merlot don’t exactly go together?”
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There was no need to decide between the sexes. Men. Women. Colt enjoyed them both the way snobs enjoyed wine. No reason to go one way or the other when a little variety could go a long way. Hell. They both had perks. Just had to figure out which kinds you wanted. He liked the variety, and as long as he was entertained he was up for anything. Only thing he was picky about was the attraction. The man didn’t sleep with just anyone. Lucky for him there were plenty of colorful characters in Mariet, and a few were just crazy enough to keep his attentions interested. Boring was for other people baby. He would stick with the sweet and spicy. He might have lost Luca, but he was looking at a man who gave him a faint feeling of familiarity.
He’d take it. Considering he normally didn’t feel at all. Oh it wasn’t the sweet, loving sort of feeling. No... but it was attraction, and he’d savor it now. Much more than he was this merlot in his hand. Balzacs had brought in one unusual man, and that was enough for him. He stood out. Didn’t fit... what brought him? Ol Colt would like to know. “Fun and games, as always. Boredom,” The big man nodded quietly, giving the stage one more glance before putting his attentions elsewhere. Namely on a new set of eyes. What about yourself? I have to say, you stand out among the usual clientele.” heh... ”Distraction. Something different. A man can only pass through a door so many times before everyone knows his name. I’m a big believer in keeping things fresh. Interesting... or not there at all.” oh how he loved cigarettes.. loved him then left him alone.
Closer inspection gave him a nice idea of what the other man looked like even in the low light. He had a face that should be selling something. Granted, most of Mariet did. “Can’t say I haven’t heard that one before. I used to model, but I got bored. It’s not like I need to work anyway,” Oh really. ”Interesting. you make the kind of money that you don’t have to work for?” He grinned, knowing he could have taken the same course... but where is the fun in that? Colt feasted on challenges. As long as they weren’t a waste of his time in anycase. “Anyone ever told you that cowboy hats and Merlot don’t exactly go together?” the Brazilian’s hazel eyes had that unusual flavor of a little green. It seemed to come and go as it pleased, but for the moment it was there.. possibly out of interest for his surroundings.
They were easy on the eyes.. he was starting to like Balzac’s all over again. ”Some say a man should stick to woman, but i’ve always been a trend setter. The Cowboy commented back with a crooked smile bordering on the edge of something playful. ”Besides I like this hat. Keeps the sun out of my eyes, keeps my hair down, and always comes home with me. I’d call that dedication.” The wine glass was set down along with it’s dry contents. He wasn’t a fan. ”you much for trends, spark? You more likely to drink wine in a winery or whiskey? That burn is pretty nice... maybe not as classy, but you gotta admit the heat is always worth a turn.” he was in a good mood, but he was playing it relaxed today. Just a little conversation.
There was something insanely attractive about the look in this man’s eyes; Donnie noticed it straight away. He had learned to interpret expressions quite well, but there was something mysterious about this man, and it drew him like a moth to a flame. Sipping from his glass, he listened to Colton’s answer and nodded in agreement. Donnie could imagine that a lot of his own problems came from people knowing him too well. He had lived his whole life in this sad excuse for a town; people expected a certain behavior from him. And he never let them down, so to speak. Sometimes, he wondered about what it would be like to just get away from it all, to a place where no one knew his name or his face, where he could start fresh. What kept him here? He couldn’t say exactly. But with the current company in mind, he knew he was going to stay a bit longer.
The next question made him smile and shrug his shoulders. “I guess I’m privileged in that part of my life. Money doesn’t make you happy, but it enables you to be unhappy in a much more comfortable way,” he said, sipping from his glass. In all reality, wine wasn’t his favorite beverage, especially the expensive ones always tasted like shit, but he would drink them because he could afford to. Donnie returned Colton’s look without blinking, but the comment about the hat made him chuckle slightly. “Trends? Never really spoke to me. And I personally prefer whiskey; I only drink wine to seem refined. It’s bullshit, though. I’m honestly not very refined at all,” he said, gesturing towards the waiter to bring him a glass of whiskey instead.
Looking to Colton, he tilted his head a little to the side. “So, Gaucho, what do you do for a living? Judging by your choice of words, I’m guessing you must do something important. A self-made man, perhaps?” Donnie said, lowering his voice a little, hoping that the other would move closer to be able to hear him. He wouldn’t exactly mind being up close and personal with this hunk of a man next to him. He grabbed the whiskey glass that was placed before him and nodded to Colton as he took a swag of the golden liquid. Indeed, the burn was nice. It made him feel alive.
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Introductions were key to any conversation. Without a hi or hello you could never get to ‘fuck me’. Seemed a good cause over all. All it took was a few words to get things rolling, and where they went was anybody’s guess. It might start as a single spark, but watch as it grows like a hard dick on a Saturday night. Some people shyed away when it got to close. Colton played to burn.
The winery wasn’t the kind of place to meet people, but it was great for a little solace. A little something different from his norm. Oh sure some new him, but they were playing dumb. Best their date didnt’ know where they’d been. Naughty boys and girls. Just what is going through your head. Bet it isn’t pg. “So, Gaucho, what do you do for a living? Judging by your choice of words, I’m guessing you must do something important. A self-made man, perhaps?” Gaucho eh? The Brazilian Cowboy grinned something bright and took another drag of that dark colored cigarette with a look of pure sex on the mind... easy there cowboy. Not everyone wants a ride. ”You could say that.” Smoke flowed freely from his lips... his eyes were roaming over the face before him in pleasure. Latin men were never good at being bashful.
Oh don’t worry, he wouldn’t stay cryptic. Just something about the scenery had him thinking. Mostly to do with the man in front of him. ”I own a large chain of lucrative casinos. The latest is being built in Mariet. Small town, but they got a perfect seat right in the middle of casinoless city. The mall here brings people from fourty five minutes away or more just to shop.. imagine what will be brought in if you give ‘em gambling. This won’t be another Vegas, but it will make money. Mark my words.” Legal as the day was long baby.
Now.. he did notice that is date was quieting down. Luckily he had good ears. Turning to the barkeep he waved the man over with cigarette in hand. Keen on more alcohol. ”Four shots of whiskey. Top shelf” The paper in his fingers moved as he flicked the end of it... luxury cigarette or not, they all ended up discarded.
Glancing at the drinks as they were poured for him, he smiled to himself and tipped the barkeep fourty before turning to face this interesting desejo with the hope of getting burned. Large thick fingers grasping a single shot and sliding it to him.. a little past, penetrating the space between them. ”On me. hope you like gentleman jack.” He commented playfully before settling back against the bar one more time. he didn’t stay near, but didn’t travel any further either. Colt had something growing on his mind, and for once it wasn’t his dick. ”So are you planning on eating tonight? Or just hear to complain about the entertainment and drink with me? Not that I mind. A little company tends to make my night a little brighter even if I’ve always had a think for the dark., With a preference for dancing in it.
He didn’t mind playing a little game; he knew every single one in the book, so he just casually leaned back and lit another cigarette. He could be cryptic too. Donnie listened with interest, the corners of his mouth turned upward slightly. He liked people with ambitions; if he was ever going to be in a relationship with someone, they would have to be someone. Donnie would never date a slack like himself, he wouldn’t sink so low. When it came to superficial acquaintances, he couldn’t care less, but passionate people always caught his interest.
“Sounds like quite a project. I’ll be dying to see how it turns out,” he said in a neutral tone of voice, exhaling smoke while talking. Donnie watched in silence as Colton interacted with the bartender, licking his lips slowly. It was hard for him to just sit still at a bar, usually when he went out he would circle the room; ADHD, drugs and alcohol makes for one fidgety cocktail. Letting his gaze drift around the room, he noted several familiar faces, most of which he couldn’t quite recall where he’d met. They had probably been freeloading on him at some point or another – everyone wants a piece of the golden calf, after all. They didn’t mean anything to him, he had learned not to get attached to people easily, and he could instantly tell whether or not people were in it for the money. A bitter smirk crept on his face, but he hid it behind his glass of whiskey, taking a nice swig and emptying the glass.
Donnie turned his head to see Colton was addressing him. So now he was buying him drinks? He liked where this was going. “Who am I to say no to a drink from a handsome stranger?” Donnie said with a smirk, letting his fingertips grace the glass slowly in small circles. The question of food was somewhat unexpected and Donnie looked around the room briefly, with a grin still on his face. “Never had anything to eat here, I must admit. I usually just drink and make a fuss. Not much of a foodie, I guess,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders, taking a deep puff on his cigarette. Some food could become him though; his features were sharply drawn under his skin, bones sticking out in various places. Food-wise, he wasn’t going through a good phase. “What is the train of thought behind that question?” He asked casually, shifting in his seat.
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“Who am I to say no to a drink from a handsome stranger?”
Ah stranger. When your young your taught to stay away, but the moment you put a few years on it’s the epidomy of everything your looking for. Everyone likes a little mystery. That unknowing of who the hell was lighting you cigarette could cause a pretty little thrill from head to dick. Innocence goes away, and people crave it. They want that mysterious stranger.. handsome stranger... long man... a stranger. Colt could do the tall dark and handsome better than anyone. He was made for it like some finely tuned engine in your favorite automobile. The man had a flare for keeping things in the dark, and letting people figure him out slow-like.. sensual as the caress of fingers to skin. ‘Course they never went below the skin. Into the dark nasty parts that people feared. Every stranger had a background, and not every background was the kind you take home to mama. Keep the smiles, enjoy the fact that the Brazilian didn’t wear a shirt under that jacket. Just ignore the guns.
So... what brought this handsome devil to balzacs? It wasn’t the wine, women, or song.. “Never had anything to eat here, I must admit. I usually just drink and make a fuss. Not much of a foodie, I guess,” Chuckling, the big man shrugged. Guess he didn’t plan on eating tonight then. Interesting enough. “What is the train of thought behind that question?” Arching a brow, he took his shot before answering.. enjoying the burn. ”The winery’s food is good. The servers are easy on the eyes. There’s plenty of places with less food and more booze with the same pretty faces. Just find it interesting you chose here without wanting to eat a lick of what they have.” Hmm... that was smooth. ”Granted I suppose that everyone looks a little nicer. All their best in sunday dress.. only place nicer is the obvious, and i’m not a fan of wearing a tie.... not to mention a shirt.”Call it what you would, he hated them with a passion.
The rediscovery of his cigarette soothed him.. just a little.. just enough to be sweet. Just enough not to be too wild in a place he’d best be on good behavior. ”How ‘bout we take a walk outside? Good doesn’t always fit my appetite. Sometimes I want something different under my tongue.” His eyes looked to the barkeep, tipping him, paying him.. taking his last shot with pleasure. ”Mmm... Also I tend to get popular fast. Much longer and I’ll be drawing a crowd. “ There were always stragglers at the bar. People looking for conversation or more. The higher the price tag the more careful they were, but they came. They wanted attention, drinks, and possibly him. They’d listen all night to whatever he said as long as they could touch him. At Tim’s it was instant. Here at the winery it was a much slower process. He preferred it that way.
Don’t accept gifts from strangers. That is how we’ve all been raised, with that sound distrust of strangers and their intentions. Donnie had always disregarded this rule, like he did with most of the other rules his nannies had taught him. Some of his best thrills as well as roughest beatings had been a result of his consistent breaking of rules. He didn’t stop to think, he acted first, and sometimes the reaction came back to slap you in the face. It’s all part of life, and a little gambling made him feel alive. A lot of things weren’t exciting until someone told you you couldn’t have them, the thrill that lies in the forbidden was something Donnie thrived on. He felt the same thrill sitting next to Colton, this mystery man, who could be his nemesis for all he knew. But he’d take the gamble and see where the situation would take him. Having someone be a stranger to you in a town where you’ve lived all your life is a luxury. Most people knew who Donnie was and held a prejudice or grudge against him, so it was nice with a little change.
He grinned at Colton’s comment about his reasons for being there. Shrugging his shoulders. “I come in here and act like an ass, I get noticed. If I go to Tim’s or someplace like that, I would just be one of many. The looks on their faces are priceless; it is astounding what people will put up with in order to seem composed.” It was a kind of perverted hobby of his, one of many. Boredom makes people do the most absurd things. “The people in here know my family, they know my heritage, so when they go to the country club and talk to my parents about me, it’s twice the fun,” he said in a careless tone of voice. Donnie had been acting in spite of his parents ever since he was a kid, both parties had gotten used to it by now. His parents used to reassure themselves that it would pass when he got older; by now they had stopped making excuses and realized their son was out of reach.
The suggestion put forward by Colton was a welcome one. He nodded in agreement, sliding off of his stool and taking a puff on his cigarette. Looking over at Colton, Donnie emptied his glass and placed it back on the counter. “I don’t doubt it,” he replied at Coltons comment about being popular. Donnie understood where he was coming from. Leading the way out of the restaurant, he paused outside to let Colton catch up and zipped his jacket. It was chill, but the sky was clear and the wind had ceased, so it was quite a beautiful evening. Not that Donnie really appreciated that, his attention was on Colton. He felt a slight shudder run through him; finishing his cigarette he flicked the butt out on the street. Where would they go from here? Donnie was curious to know what Colton had in mind.
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The sensual sound of blues opened up the mellow atmosphere humming with human voices. It wasn’t Colt’s taste in music, but it reminded him of someone. A torch singer down in New Orleans with cherry red lips, and an ass you couldn’t keep your hands off of. She had one of those delicious sassy attitudes that made a man sense a challenge. She fell for a musician soon after they met, and he disappeared to find a new interest without saying goodbye. Attachments weren’t his thing. Luca was a fluke, and he was more a housemate than a lover these days. Damn quiet except when he was being bitchy. It amused the Brazilian down to a level he rarely bothered to look at. He liked to stare at the box form the outside.. the inside.. all angles. When he was bored he looked for something fun to use it on; a dangerous mind. When he got in the was up to trouble in spades.. hehehe..
Devil’s advocate? He was practically the fallen angel’s right hand man. Colt had long ago given up thinking he had a soul. It took his family to realize that he had something to protect. It took Luca to make him feel. Take them away, and Duarte Centeio was a nasty son-of-a-bitch when he wasn’t following his own rules.
So far he was mostly pacified. Interest flickering beneath the half hood of his lids. Apparently his companion was a rich kid with mama’s credit card, and years of cocky fun. He knew what he could get away with. Colt had a feeling that if they’d grown up together in Brazil he would have taught this pretty boy something far more interesting than spiting his birth parents. I comparison to what he’d done in his life, starting embarrassing rumors about his parents sounded like kiddos on a playground taking turns throwing rocks at eachother until a teacher noticed. What was it like with a life like that? He’d never know.
As he pushed off the bar and headed for the door he couldn’t help but talk. Mostly because he liked to keep things interesting. The last subject had been his own popularity. It wasn't a surprise. Even for his companion.“I don’t doubt it,” Heh... was it the body or the money he was throwing around that gave it away? ”What can I say? Some come for my looks. Some for my mystery. Some for my wallet. Few get further than that. They want to flirt with danger, but give them a good view and they run away.” He commented casually, cigarette slowly working it’s way toward his fingers. ”People are drawn to more than just looks after all. Talked to a kiddo once who didn’t get it. Looks are great, but it doesn’t pay bills, please your mind, or... thrill your body.” There was a rough chuckle as he opened the door and winked at a girl standing near the hostess stand. She looked away quickly. Mighty nice blush ya got there sweetheart. ”So.. you go to places to cause trouble.. just so your parents can have it bad on the golf course.” Or wherever else they went. He never was a fan of golf. ”Any other hobbies?” He stopped near an ashtray, Taking one last drag before putting his cigarette to rest. That was a long one. He had some pride in making it last so long considering how quickly he picked up a cancer stick when the last one went down. ”Besides ogling mysterious men at expensive resteraunts and getting a little free refreshment. Thats a given.”Or they wouldn’t be right outside looking at eachother in the cool night air. He liked this one’s attitude. It wasn’t as volatile as Luca’s, but not everyone liked to take swings at the Brazilian... American life was pretty damn soft. It left him looking for that spark underneath all that domestication.