Cuban GF greentext V0.1

>Be me
>Be from non-descript east-european country
>Want to go on vacation
>Have worked hard at tractor factory so have a lot of disposable income
>Want to go somewhere warm because its winter and I'm freezing my жопа off
>Look at the list of destinations available
>It seems pretty short because travel is only allowed within socialist nations
>Cuba seems nice
>Ask around for what its like
>Some comrades have visited it
>They say it has beautiful scenery and the locals know how to throw a party
>Sounds like my kind of place
>Get approval for vacation from management
>Get accepted and plane ticket arrives next day
>Get aboard the plane as it flies across the Atlantic
>Get bored during the long flight so I read through the guidebook again
>Apparently the parties that Cubans throw include a lot of dancing
>Remember that I can't dance worth говно
>Get both nervous and excited at the thought of maybe having to dance with a local qt
>Shake my head
>Figure that I'll cross that bridge when I get there
>Sleep the rest of the flight and wake up when the plane is landing
>Its night already so I find hotel to check into
>Drop off my bags and head outside, slept in plane so not really tired
>Walking around in the streets I can see how lively it is
>Even at such a late hour people are still sitting outside in small bars and cafes playing music, singing, dancing and especially drinking
>Feel nervous as some of the people sitting at the tables stare at me when I enter one of the bars
>Try my best to ignore them as I head for the counter
>Can't really make out what's being said around me
>There's a lot of background noise from the band that's playing and the conversations going on at the tables
>The guy behind the counter asks something along the lines of what I'd like
>Order a glass of water because I don't know what half the drinks available are
>He nods and brings over a glass of water along with a shot of yellowish-brown drink
>"Its on the house amigo."
>I take the offered drink with a quick thanks
>Look at the glass for a moment before asking what it is
>Apparently its a brand of local rum called Havana Club
>Have never tasted rum before so I take an experimental sip
>Scrunch my face a little bit at how strong the drink is before getting a warm feeling as it reaches my stomach
>"This your first time here señor?"
>Tell him I just arrived from the airport
>"Ah, I know a new face when I see one. We don't get many foreign visitors."
>Take a sip from the water to clear out the lingering taste of rum
>Soon get dragged to the dance floor by other patrons who are clearly more drunk than I am as a new song starts being played by the band
>Get paired up with a local qt
>Try to explain that I don't know how to dance as the first verse starts
>She just laughs my panicked explanations off before leading me along
>Nervously try my best not to step on my dance partner's toes
>My partner encourages me along as we keep going
>Feel really awkward at for almost the whole beginning of the song.
>When the second verse comes along I realize haven't actually made a single mistake yet
>Get a small boost of confidence from this
>Since I'm confident in my footwork now can actually pay more attention to my partner
>She's easily an 8/10 with her curly black hair and skin that's dark and smooth like chocolate
>Her breath smells weird though, like a mix of booze and tobacco
>Her loose red and white dress sways alongside her hip movement as the song enters its energetic final part
>Manage to finish the dance with flying colors as everyone cheers us along
>Afterwards with sit down at the counter together and chat alongside a couple of drinks
>Apparently my dance partner is a member of the military whose on leave
>She recently returned from overseas after helping out and advising local anti-colonial fighters in Africa
>Tell her I have no personal military experience beyond my own tour in the airforce
>She's intrigued though as is evident when I mention my service in the airforce
>She says she originally wanted to be a pilot
>Apparently she could not become one because of her inability to handle the G-forces necessary for tight maneuvers
>She looks really saddened about it
>Try to console her with the fact that not many make it in to begin with
>Joke that I only managed to make it into the flight cadet school because one of the guys didn't show up on the day of the interview
>She's silent for a moment before turning to look at me and bursting out in laughter
>She slaps me hard on the back and I spit out some of my drink in response
>"You're a funny man Compañero Anon!"
>Hit my chest, coughing from the rum as the barkeeper wipes the counter while murmuring something under his breath
>Look around briefly and see the mood slowly dying down
>The band has switched to a slower tune and some of the patrons have already started heading home
>"Say amigo, how would you feel about staying at my place tonight?"
>Look at her dumbfounded, trying to do a mental double-take
>Ask her to repeat herself
>"You heard me. You, me. My place. Tonight."
>She's really aggressive about the way she's coming on to me
>Look to the barkeeper for support
>See that he just gives me a knowing look and a thumbs up before dissapearing into the backroom
>Sigh and accept her invitation.
>Since I'm the more sober of us two I help support her while she gives directions
>Eventually we reach a pretty colorful looking two-story apartment building
>It has a mural of Fidel and Che painted on to it
>She doesn't even need to take out her keyes to open the door
>Apparently the neighbourhoods are so safe most people don't even lock their doors
>We sit down on the couch
>She seems to suddenly remember something and asks me if I can get something for her
>Surething.jpg
>She says that there's a small yellow wooden box on the balcony table
>I go get it and hand it to her
>She thanks me and opens it, revealing a big pile of what looks to be hand-wrapped cigars
>She takes one into her mouth before taking a box of matches out of her dress pocket and lighting up the end of her cigar with one
>She offers me one of them
>I've never really smoked, but I figure it would be rude to refuse
>Take one of them and watch as she takes a deep breath before lighting it up with the end of her own one
>Take a small inhale but start coughing almost immediately since I'm not used to the sensation or taste
>After a few tries I eventually feel the nicotine kick in as I lay down on the couch totally relaxed
>Feel the qt3.14 next to me lean against my shoulder
>Feel my heart start pumping like crazy
>"Anon, do you... perhaps have a girlfriend?"
>Feel a lump in my throat as I embarrasingly mumble that I've never had one
>"Ah, mis condolencias. Seems like you've had a rough social life."
>Stay silent, really don't feel like talking about it
>"Then how about I be your girlfriend for tonight?"

To be continued