4 am

It was 4 am. I sat down on my trike in front of Little Italia and Bar Italia on Frith St. Little Italia was already empty. Lights inside were on. Two posh vamps in their forties stood outside smoking ciggies while luringly exposing plunging necklines. Bouncers, minicab drivers and everyone else, except for two gents silently maintaining embrionyc positions on the pavement a bit further on the left, were very excited. Those two didn`t seem to care much. They kept laying quietly in pools of their own urine. Bouncers managed to wake up one of them. He stood up, took a few tottery steps and collapsed again. Suddenly a rickshaw full of people stopped by Bar Italia and three hustlers jumped off straight on the pavement, like a bunch of ogres from Warcraft II during a beach landing.
They saw women and immediately moved towards them. However, before the intruders stood a chance to open their mouths one of the women said quickly amd loudly: "No, no no guys! You`re not buying us anything, selling us anything or anything else!" Chaps didn`t expect that warm a welcome, therefore weren`t too loquacious. "Okay!" - ordered the lady - "just tell us, everyone in turns, what is that you want. You first!" The chosen one started to mumble something about champagne, himself being that many years old and alike rubbish. The second one talked only rubbish. The third one remained silent. A bouncer said something to them in a low voice and I saw them leaving the stage. Next entered an ambulance. The crew woke up one of the drunks and somehow made him throw up. Clearly that made him good! The second one was put on a stretcher and taken inside emergency vehicle. Soon they carried him away. "Mamma mia!" - exclaimed a waiter wachting the whole process. Women got in a car. Burlesque was over.