CHAPTER TWELVE : PLAYING CUPID
Bob’s.
It changed way too far from the last I could remember. It became posh, sophisticated interior, professionally dressed waiters and waitresses, drinks the same but the presentation is worth its price, and the music, soulful upbeats.
“Wow.” I whispered to myself, we sat at one of the pricey VIP Lounges, I can see everything from there, the same stage that just got wider with components and music instruments on its finest.
“Nice.” I whispered again, I sat there astounded; finally I am joined with these two gentlemen after disappearing for about twenty minutes. Archer sits adjacent mine drinking brown liquor. Victor gently serves me wine, I stare back to Archer to find him sitting lazily with his legs temptingly wide, I scowl at him but his eyes still hooded. He’s hot under the strobe lights.
Hot, eh?
Victor coughs again, hiding his smile as he drinks straight his drink, I glare at him but he just winked at me. Victor’s sitting opposite Archer, so I sat at the middle couch, which is good.
You’ve been seriously misled…
Just a page in my history
Just another one of those mysteries
One more lover that used to be
If you think you’re in my head
You’ve been seriously misled…..
“She’s good.” Pertaining to the singer that currently sings at the stage,
“Would only hire the best.” Victor chimes in while inspecting his drink, would hire?
“Oh shut up!” I blurted out, Victor gives me a cautious look, “You own the place all these times?” I asked, unbelievable. He chuckles.
“I thought you are really shutting me up. Are you growing tired of my angelic voice?” his eyes are pleading and I just snort at him, Archer growls and throws him a pillow, Victor throw one back. I sat there shocked yet amazed of how childish they are with each other. I just pursed my lips admiring the scene.
“Pussy!” Victor hissed before turning to me, “Bunny baby, wanna hear me sing?”
“Sure! Sure!” I eagerly approve and he left me alone, alone with him….
Bunny baby…
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