Starbucks on the Corner of Appian Way and the Forum
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Starbucks on the corner of Apian way in the forum. 476 Ad Claudio re ties his apron as he waits for the barbarian watches the beast flip a hanky out from under a flap in his leather kilt catches a glimpse of the shining sword tucked against his massive girth RTI triple shot half cuff macchiato. Extra caramel with whip the barbarian wipes his face as he orders flicks chunks of last night's rotisserie from his beard, hawks up a wad and spits on the floor. Claudio sighs name he says and hovers his chisel over the cup. Rick snorts the barbarian. You mind spelling that Claudio asks, but the barbarian is already gone. Lumbering down the counter toward a set of souvenir mugs cheap little things mass produced each week by Claudio himself using a form and not a wheel. The barbarian picks one up, turns it over in his hand, then places it back on the shelf. Claudio is a verse to clay on principle preferring to sculpt nudes out of stone. He crashed for a few months with Gianni who would sit for him on their balcony overlooking the aqueduct. Gianni 15 years, his senior would remove his togo with a swift slip of his hand and toss it over the railing before striking a pose he could hold for hours. Claudio sketched Gianni from every angle till his charcoal stick was a nub between his fingers. Then they'd make love until twilight fell over the stone archways and cobbled streets below. It was a torrent affair that ended with cutting accusations and four life size sculptures carved out of marble. Gianni kept three for himself as retribution. But Claudio with the help of a few handy neighbors, gladiators in the apartment below was able to haul the fourth to the marketplace where it was picked up by a visiting prince who felt it held an uncanny likeness to his own endowments.