OKAY THIS PART IS MY FAVORITE FROM THE BOOK!!!
"What's this?" I point at his paper cup. He brought me orange juice and his glass is half filled with something which doesn't look like juice to me.
"Blooddyyy maryyy." Dex replies in his hoarse tone in attempt to sound spooky but all it withdraws from me is a snort followed by a laugh.
"Thought she was a ghost. Did someone liquify her or something?"
"Maybe 'cause it's Vodka sweetheart."
"Can I have a sip?" I reach out for his glass but he harshly slaps my hand away with a stern no.
Pinching my cheeks he teases, "Drink your orange juice sweetie." He's already tipsy.
"You are no fun." I furrow my brows. It was only a sip. Not that I'd get drunk though.
"If your boyfriend gets to know I won't be alive either." He downs the rest of his glass.
"Before that I'll murder you myself." I roll my eyes. What's a party if you don't get a little drunk.
"That's my cue to escape." I assume him to be joking but isn't.
"No stop! where are you going?" I grab the back of his shirt. I don't want to be left alone here.
He whips his head over his shoulder and shoots me a drunken wink,
"Nature's call. Be back soon."
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Inebriated, Dex trudges into the bathroom full of sweaty bodies either grinding or making out. Muttering apologies to the people he bumps into, he looks for an empty stall. Much to his dismay, the 'passionate' couples occupy all of them.
"Can't they look for another place?" He mumbles under his breathe, darting a scornful gaze at the couple exchanging saliva near the sink.
The pressure in his lower body escalates by every second as he impatiently awaits for someone to walk out and as soon as he spots a couple leaving the stall straightening their clothes, he sprints inside.
"Gosh..." he exhales, answering his body's pleads. Is this what peace feels like? His absurd thoughts are interrupted when one more sound adds to smooches and intense skin slapping.
The non stop ringing of his phone.
After washing his hands and drying them on the towel hanging on one of the hooks attached to wall, he fishes out his phone.
27 missed calls fro---
He blinks rapidly.
"I'm not seeing things right?" He rakes one hand through his hand, talking to his reflection in the mirror and switches his gaze back to the phone screen.
27 missed calls from muscle monster.
His soul is so close to leave his body.
That's it. He perceives.
It's his end.
27 missed calls... Namjoom has been calling for so long but the blaring music blocked the sound. He won't call him unless it's something important and 27 missed calls.. Only god knows what's going to happen tonight and by the looks of it, doesn't something some nice.
"Lord sav--
Incoming call from muscle monster
He almost drops his phone.
Fingers hovering in the midair, he debates over which button to press.
Even though 'accept' apparently doesn't appear favourable yet one thing he's sure of that 'decline' will only add to his misfortune.
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