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
"My belief is that communication is the best way to create strong relationships."
- Jada Pinkett Smith
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"And you were judging me when I told you I want Bright to fuck me in that suit, during your birthday party." Win said, pointing a finger at Mix.
"I'm still judging you," Mix said with a laugh and slapped Win's finger.
The club was fairly quiet. Not many members were at this hour hanging there. In fact, most of them were probably still in the dreaming land, but not Mix and Win.
.....
Birds were singing their early morning song, welcoming the new day. The first rays of sunshine were fighting their way through stubborn silvery clouds, hanging out on the purply blue sky, and Mix was on the peaceful sandy beach —with an adoring smile, he was observing from the comfort of his blanket, Earth on his mission to find as many seashells as possible.
Until the melodic but highly annoying sound of the doorbell spread through the whole beach, and Mix was woken up. Earth next to him had his head bored deep into the pillow, his hand resting on Mix's stomach.
Mix gently held up the hand, sneaked out of the bed and replaced his body with another pillow. No need for Earth to wake up so early. It's already outrageous enough that Mix had to. On his way to open the door, he glanced at the dark marble clock hanging in the kitchen and internally swore. Few minutes past six!
The wall monitor was showing Win's overly woken up face at that ungodly hour. He was rocking back and forth, waiting for someone to let him in. Mix furrowed his eyebrows, so, normally he can barge into this apartment whenever he wants but not today?
"Good morning! How are we doing?" Win walked inside at plopped himself on the sofa with a big grin all over his face.
"Win...don't you have a clock? It's barely past six," Mix yawned.
"That's a healthy wake-up time. It's a fresh morning. Enjoy the beauty!" Win shouted the last word.
"Shhh, be quiet! Earth is still sleeping, as a normal person would." Mix said and started preparing a big mug of coffee for himself. Win doesn't need it; he radiates too much energy already.
"Speaking about Earth—I can't wait for our talk today. We are going to the club, right?" Win said, standing from the sofa and sitting on a chair next to the kitchen bar.
Mix rolled his eyes, "so you woke me up at such an hour because you wanna gossip?"
"It isn't gossiping if you are the one telling me about it," Win shrugged.
"Ugh, fine. But I need time to put myself together."
"Take your time, as long as I get coffee." Win said, breathing in the strong smell of freshly brew coffee.
