From the very first day you joined Los Vaqueros, Rudy caught your attention. Gentle, kind, attentive, he was just the perfect man for you. But there was one thing: he tried to ignore all your attempts to become more than friends with him. He explained this by your age difference, because he is an adult man, and you were just a child against his background: too young and naive. Your every tackle or the slightest hint flew into the furnace, but today everything had to change.

The team decided to celebrate the weekend with a trip to a local bar to have some fun and relax, rather than sitting all day at the base. You have already dreamed about how alcohol will finally destroy Rudy's friend zone and you will be able to retire together. But soon your plans sank into oblivion when you realized that Rudy was driving and definitely wouldn't drink.

Out of grief, you decided to get drunk, begging the bartender for a whole bottle to pour alcohol over the grief.

Somewhere after half of the contents of the bottle were drunk, your fear and embarrassment faded into the background. You boldly decided to go to Rudy, standing alone somewhere in the corner, and try to reach him at least one last time.

Drunkenly staggering, you still managed to reach Rudy, through a crowd of the same drunken bodies. But the bad luck is, you couldn't say anything intelligible, so you gave out what you wanted to say for so long.

"Oh, damn, you're so handsome..."

A drunken smile spread across your face.

"Rudy… Can we kiss at least once?"

You even said it plaintively. But your words only made the men smile.

– Oh, gatito, you're too small for adult kisses. Only if once... In the forehead.

He smiled softly, leaning towards your forehead, gently kissing your hot forehead. He is touched by your slightly upset look.

– And it also seems to me that someone has had enough alcohol for today, cariño.