Hush

Prologue

Deafening music blaring across the busy nightclub. Colorful lights are the only light source there. Smoke polluted the entire club, making everything look hazy.

Drunk people shouting on top of their lungs, ordering alcoholic drinks to satisfy themselves.

Ladies in black corsets are sitting on top of men's lap, talking about dirty jokes. Some of them are dancing on top of poles while people encouraging them.

A particular young lad with dirty blond hair over the bar counter is drinking shots like a madman. A group of people are saying "Shots, shots, shots, shots..." very loudly.

At this point, he had drank over 10 shots of rum. When he was going to drink another one, a hand stopped him.

The blond moved his head sideways slowly and saw his best friend. "M-Marco! C'mere!" He slurred and then giggled.

His friend doesn't seem pleased with the name. "First of all, name's Matt. Second, stop downing shots or you'll fucking regret it tomorrow." Matt said in a stern manner.

He pulled the drunken lad's hand, only to see his friend fall from the stool. "Damn it, Harley. It always end up like this." Matt grumbled as he carried Harley bridal style. He kicked the exit door open and it showed an alleyway.

It's reeked of smoke and vomit stench. Some dried blood and vomit stains on the cement wall. A woman is on her four, throwing up her guts on the floor. Matt scrunched up his nose in disgust. He made a run for it until they arrived at their hotel, The Savoy Hotel.

Harley mumbled incoherently about eating pancakes and pizzas at the same time. Drool dripping on Matt's upper arm. "Jesus Christ Harley. What the fuck are you doing?" Matt frowned.

Matt forgot that his friend over here is the type who is sensitive when drunk. So now he have a crying drunk friend, mumbling how he just wanna fly from his problems.

"Sh, sh, sh, I'm sorry. Please don't cry." Matt said softly. After a moment, Harley is now sleeping soundly.

A sigh of relief escaped from Matt's mouth. He took a step and it felt like he's stepping on water. The sober one glanced down and grimaced in aversion.

Near him, is a well-built man around his 30s maybe, and a pretty lady in her 30s as well. "I am so sorry for this. My wife drank too much." The man apologized. "No, it's okay. My friend here is drunk too." Matt nodded his head towards Harley.

The man apologized once again and left without a trace. 'Huh, weird but okay.' Matt shrugged and sauntered to the lobby. Harley suddenly woke up, said bless you, and then fell asleep again.

'What are you dreaming about?'  Matt shook his head side to side. He strode inside the elevator and wait for a moment. The elevator dinged and he walked to their room.

When he got in, he tossed Harley to the bed like a body pillow. At least Harley didn't fall and is still asleep. Matt covered his friend with the provided duvet and decided to sleep on the extra bed they ordered earlier.