A SECRET AGENT
A GANG MEMBER
AN ILLEGAL RACER
CAN YOU BE ALL?
Earth is a secret agent whose only job is to catch the organizer of the monthly Midnight Race
Mix is the winner of every Midnight Race...until now
"Attraction is beyond our will or ideas sometimes."
- Juliette Binoche
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
When Earth and Mix stepped into the club, everyone looked like an exact copy of one another. Black suit, white shirt underneath, tie, and black sunglasses, which they were wearing inside.
Good thing that Earth and Mix both ditched the whole sunglasses idea as soon as they saw Win waltzing in them into their apartment a few hours ago. The club already looked embarrassing enough even without them adding to the fire.
"You know, sometimes I wonder if this is really a gang. Because you guys always look hilarious instead of intimidating," Earth whispered next to Mix's ear.
"Just wait for the racing night," Mix smirked and walked towards Win, who was currently shuffling the music at the DJ stand.
"Mix, finally!" Win took a microphone and said, "gentlemen, our birthday boy is here! Time to party!"
The lights were dimmed and everyone in the club started singing Happy Birthday as Win brought a cake in front of Mix, singing as loud as possible. "Happy birthday Mix. You know how much I'm thankful to have you in my life. I love you. Here, blow the candles and wish for something precious." Win held the cake in front of Mix as Mix took a deep breath and blew all the candles.
Mix didn't know what to wish for. There was so much he wanted. So much he would give everything for it to happen but strangely he found himself wishing for an opportunity to be more than just Earth's friend...
After that, the cake was cut into small pieces so everyone in the club and also Max and Tul outside would get a bite. And then the real party could start.
Win took the microphone.
Earth sat on the bar chair next to Bright, "why does he have a mic?"
"Oh boy, I hope you are a good singer," Bright said and took a sip from his beer.
"Let's start this party with a little karaoke session, shall we?" Win said and walked in the middle of what was supposed to be a podium. But in reality, it was only a small part of the floor, separated by balloons from the rest of the club.
"Agent 007 Earth Pirapat, your time to shine," Win said and waved his hand at Earth.
Earth's heart skipped a beat when Win called him out like that. This James Bond themed party was keeping him on the edge. It was almost like they knew who he was and they were just playing with him now.
He shook that idea away and looked at Bright in confusion.
"Go, you need to sing for your racing partner," Bright said, pushing Earth towards the podium.
Earth walked on the podium and reluctantly took the microphone from Win.
"Guys, I don't think this is a good idea." He said into the microphone, hoping he could get himself out of the unfortunate situation.
