Primal

Chapter 8

When they arrived he was in awestruck. The place had their own butlers and bright light. The colors were pastel with floral curtains, scented candles, and customer service that left him in awe. "How...what...why have I not heard of this place...it's really bright though," 

"Bright?" 

"The pastel colors are a nice touch but because they're are bright, it's hard to concentrate. And the candles look beautiful but they're so strong it's hard to breathe a little, or maybe it's just me, I'm not quite use to this," he said rubbing his nose. Oran seemed to slowly look around. "If you could change it, what would you be?" 

"Well, it depends, what's on the menu?" he said, Oran smiling at this. He gazed at the menu, tilting his head. "Oh my gosh...I don't know half of these coffee choices but the tea on the other hand...quite creative and cute," he said with a chuckle. "Lets try the 1,000 dare," 

"What now," 

"1,000 teas under 5 minutes without getting up and going to the bathroom. Think you can drink 1,000 flavors of tea?" 

"If I win?" 

"I...shall take you...to the Sunset Cove Party next week," said Oran with a cocky smile. He blinked at him. "You should know I don't have any networks to the world of complete technology and fancy stuff and...whatever lays beyond the train-station by my house...you will have to elaborate in crisp detail," he said, Oran taking a piece of cookie out from the basket. "Well then...it's a costume party. The theme is the 1700's. It's grand and very expensive, the one with the best costume gets like, 1,000,000 bucks," said Oran. He raised his head, blinking, eyebrow arched. "Yeah but it's also exclusive to even get in, I just managed to get a couple tickets though you have to bring a date and I was tempted to bring my kid but they said no babies, that's cheating," he said, making him laugh, covering his mouth. "Your son would definitely win but he wouldn't let go," he said, Oran cackling, their waiter arriving. "We're going to try the 1,000 dare please," he said, Oran nodding. "Okay...if you win?" 

"If I win, you come with me," 

"And if I win," he said, eyebrow arched. "Ugh...what would you want? The car?" 

"Oh good god no, I would crash into something and can't quite afford the gas it comes with...hmm...I...have nothing really, I don't usually make bets, especially out of the blue," 

"Well...would you like...free training on photoshop and college?" said Oran,. He hacked, almost coughing. "College?" 

"Photography College, just two year...and I'd buy the program, everything paid for," said Oran. He bit his lower lips. "I like the sound of that though every moral fiber in my being is saying no...but my mind sometimes overrides my moral values," he said, fingers drumming. "Actually...there is something...you know that stuffed teddy-bear staring at us through the window?" 

"Yes?" 

"You buy that if I win," 

"You sure?" 

"Yeah," he said blinking innocently. Three tables were covered with two long platters of tea. "Ring the bell when your first 30's are gone. On your mark...get set...go!" said the girl. He drank the tea rather calmly while Oran gulped it down. He continued his pace, grinning a little when Oran came to his 60's. He grinned as he moved a tad bit faster. Passing by his 60's. "Oh look...it's the last ten," he said sipping while Oran tried not to laugh. He held up the last tea and sipped it. "Come on now...you only have...40 left," he said. Oran licking his lips before taking a deep breath and grabbing two cups at a time. He watched in awe as Oran chugged it down. "I...win," said Oran placing down the last, everyone clapping. They gave each other a high-five but he didn't move. "Oh...what's the matter?"