Why does most of the hurricanes have female names? Obviously, US have not encountered a pissed off YBY, and how destructive a male could be.
"You still alive?"
"Did you sleep here the whole day?"
"Why didn't you pick up your phone?"
"I called the landline again and again!"
"Are you drunk, so early in the day?"
"You smell like shit!"
"You drank all these?"
"What the fuck are you doing?"
He banged the table so loudly, that Bubbles even ran away. That stupid cowardly dog.
Dragged me to my room and pushed me under the torrential cold shower, "Wake the fuck up! Get ready, we are having dinner with your sister."
I dried the mirror at the bathroom and stared at the image reflected. I couldn't recognize that man. My sporadic beard was all over my jaw, apparently, I haven't shaved for a long time. My hair, neither long or short, was having a weed party on my head. Something was so wrong with the mirror.
Never mind, I am an actor, I can make the hobo look sexy.
"Why are we having dinner with Lisa? And why did she contact you, instead of me?"
"Well, if you charge your hp, maybe she would be able to call you directly? Have you thought about that?"
Jeez, he must be so dry that he was cranky all the time. Does he need me to introduce a girl to him? I purposely ignored him and stared at the road ahead. And where was my hp, btw?
MY sister and her current beau were already seated at my favourite Japanese restaurant. He stood up, immediately to greet me, such a polite, well brought up, gentleman. Where else my bratty sister, just did a YBY hurricane move, "You look like shit. How come I couldn't get through to you? If Yi didn't pick up my call, I would have driven to his place."
"And, hello to you too." I turned, look at her date and shook his hands, said to him, "Nice to meet you. Are you sure you want to date her? You can see how she is!" which earned me another glare.
Thankfully, the dinner went without a hitch. This was what I could remember about him - his name is Ian, Dr Ian to be more precise. Both are attached to the General Hospital. Been dating for a while. The unagi don was delicious, combined with the warm sake, even better.
So funny, Dr Ian working in a hospital, "Hi I am Dr Ian, working in an ian..." so funny. Why the party poopers not saying anything, did they expect me to keep entertaining Dr Ian, working in an ian? Come drink more, cheers.
"Ge, I think you have enough..." the brat caught my hand, trying to be a pest...." No, no, today, is a very happy day, I get to meet Dr Ian working in an ian. Kampei". I gulped it down, and signal to the waitress for another bottle.
"You met our parents yet? They are the nastiest people in the world." He shook his head. "Good, good, no need to see them. If they see you, they will kick you out. Or better, they will kick her out. Just elope. I give you, my blessings!" See brat, what a wonderful brother you have, fall in love, just get married, go forth and multiply. Even if he cheated on you in the future, at least you will have his child. Once you have his child, he can never forget you, even when he is banging another bitch. I may, or may not have said all these things aloud, but suddenly, the table became very quiet.
The brat was staring at someone or something behind me, with her mouth agape. She looked so funny, with her open mouth and stunned eyes. Why, your mother never teaches you to close your mouth properly??? No manners. She got no manners at all.
Err...how did Jun appeared on our table? Perfect timing, I was just telling Dr Ian working in an ian, about man who will dump their partners, here is the proof, that I wasn't lying...you see, he is here, I am telling you the truth. So just get married and have a child!
Oh my gosh, did I tell you, how hot the bastard look? In his grey top, stiff like the dead fish that he is. Look at his neck, is as long as a giraffe and as delicious as a hot dog, not just any hot dog, but the Coney dog from New York. I can do so many things to that neck, bite it, suck it, lick it...
The brat stood up, awkwardly. "Here for dinner?"
He nodded and pointed to door, "Yeah, with some friends." I looked at where he was pointing and saw Dil, with another tall guy, standing at the entrance. He waved them away, and just stood at our table, staring at me, "You are drunk."
Such judgmental tone.
He turned to YBY, "He is staying with you?"
"Hmm..."
"Don't let him drink so much. He has a bad stomach." He turned and walked out.
Like I said, it was a great dinner, too bad, so many party poopers were there.
Why is the ceiling spinning, was there something wrong with the ceiling? The ceiling turned into a helicopter? Why did this ceiling look so familiar? Why, why, so many whys!
Thirsty, so thirsty. Suddenly, a hand passed me some water, "Drink!" I gulped the water down, the judgement tone came along with it, "Why did you drink so much?"
No, I am not, but now I need to go to the toilet, something sour coming up my throat, need to vomit...something wrong with the sake.
Ended up, I was hugging the toilet bowl. I am NOT fucking drunk, but I AM fucking pissed.
How dare the bastard took the bitch to my favorite restaurant. You don't even like sashimi. It is my restaurant, you bastard, and you took your bitch there! TO. MY. RESTAURANT. Fucking bastard!
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Romance"I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it." - Maya Angelou What would you do, when you lost everything, career, family, money and self esteem? This is a story of fall from grace with a (un)healthy dose of smut.
