When I am With Miss Clumsy (Season One) ✔

Action 71! @_@

I wish you were here

Em's POV ~°•°

I drag the empty bottle at the wooden table in front of me. As someone approaches me, I smile dizzily.

"Bring here all the case!" I asked him as he grab the chair and seat beside me.

"Mafi—."

"Assshh! Michel. I am not Mafi, and I don't want to tell you my name because I know that you knew it." I smiled.

"Em." He murmured.

"Good boy. Now the case, please?"

The man chuckles, "Nakakatawa ka, dude. Two weeks ago, you came in here making your serious yet authoritative speech, telling everyone that it is not a place for them. Inaway mo pa ako por que ako ang nagpapatakbo nito. You scolded me for being an asshole leading every costumer in here to hell. But now, look at you. You look like an asshole," he told me. And I am so tipsy to think about what he said.

"Your place is hell," I added to his speech. I smiled.

"Yes! I said that already. And you saved everyone from hell. Tingnan mo wala ng tao rito sa SG inn. Except you, me and my loyal young bartender." He pointed the blurred figure of man at the counter. I raise my bottle to that man from a far and then I smile and drink. "Pft. Kahit si Kurd Schumann, nakumbinsi mong huwag ng magpunta. Kaya ayan, wala ng magsusuplay ng maraming alak."

"You look like a kid who didn't get what he wanted. Who's that Kurd?" My eyebrows widened.

"Never mind. Basta lahat sila pinaalis mo sa loob ng tatlong araw. And now, tingnan mo ikaw ngayon. Ikaw lang ang natira. Umalis din ako last week no'ng halos patayin mo na lahat ng mga lasing na costumer ko. Tapos ngayon mababalitaan kong andito ka pa, two weeks na! Great."

"Ssshh. Don't shout. How did you know that? That is my secret with that boy over there." I smile to the figure of man from a far.

"Bakit ba andito ka pa?"

"Don't show concern. I hate concern."

"I am asking dude."

"Good. Cheers?" I smiled and I drink again but the bottle didn't give me a drop of liquor. My head become heavy and I ended up at table leaning instead of drinking again. I hug the bottle and listen to Michel.

"Pag-alis ko last week. Anong sabi niya sa'yo?" He is talking.

"Sabi niya, boss, babayaran niya ako kung magkano ang upa sa kwarto sa itaas. Kaya pinaupa ko siya. Kaming dalawa lang ang nandito at wala ng bumisita. Bukod pa doon naglagay siya ng sign sa labas kaya wala na talagang nagtangkang pumasok. Natatakot ako sa kanya boss, pero hindi ako umalis kasi wala naman akong mapupuntahan. Nagkwento ako sa kanya boss, at pumayag naman siyang dito na muna ako." There's another voice. Blah-blah-blah. I wanted to kill them all! But I am tipsy. No, I am not. Damn it.

"Kayong dalawa lang ni Em ang nandito?" I chuckled as he asked. That question is stupid! The storyteller already said the answer to that question. Hayh, idiot.

"Opo boss. Ang galante nga po niya, lagi niya akong binibigyan ng pagkain tuwing babalik siya galing labas eh." I nod and smile. I have money, nigga.

"Kailan pa siya umiinom?" Michel's questions are the most stupid. I never drunk in my entire lives! Ahh no, scratch that. This is the fifth time that I drink liquor since 17 years old. I smile.

"N-ngayon lang boss. Lagi siyang seryoso nitong nagdaang araw. Si-siguro naboboring kaya uminom. N-natakot ako sa kanya kaya kita tinawagan. D-dapat hindi ko ipaalam sa inyo, bilin niya 'yon. Pe-pero hindi ko alam ang gagawin sa kanya." He sounds scared.