All Along, You

III- Hidden

"Do you trust me, Pete?" Khun Kinn asks me.

"Of course but, Khun Kinn, I don't think I can face Vegas and Porsche while being calm. I'll probably have a meltdown." I say honestly.

"I've got a plan. Don't worry I'm not going to kill them. Can you try to look calmer? If you can, that'll be good. If not, I can attend this dinner alone." He said and it made me a bit curious.

"Okay, what is Khun Kinn planning?" I ask. He gave a knowing smirk which makes me feel like this is going to be interesting so I agree.

Khun Kinn asked someone to dress me up better in the bathroom. Good thing they brought a change of clothes. It would be so uncomfortable wearing a ripped shirt to dinner. I was fixed up by some stylist and am now wearing an all-burgundy ensemble. Coat with shirt, matching pants, and some jewelry. My face was powdered up and my hair styled. I don't look like someone who just broke down in the very same bathroom where I was getting dressed

After a while Khun Kinn and I were sitting next to each other in the same table as Porsche. Vegas was nowhere to be found and it has been almost an hour since our confrontation, or since 'I' confronted him at least.

"Hi, we'd like to order" Porsche was talking to the waiter who didn't understand his English. Porsche doesn't speak Mandarin and the waiter doesn't speak English. The waiter was whispering that Porsche was an annoying foreigner. He probably thought none of us spoke Mandarin.
I could have helped him but I don't. It's almost hilarious that Khun Kinn doesn't help him either. Under normal circumstances, Porsche would definitely be yelling at Khun Kinn or me because he knows we both speak Mandarin but he knows he can't demand anything. Not now, unless he had absolutely no shame.

"We'd like to order everything on the right side of the menu. If it's not included there, two servings of your spiciest dishes please. Thank you."

Khun Kinn ordered in Mandarin without even asking anyone what everyone else wanted. It was fine. With me, at least. Khun Kinn and I have the same tastes in food anyway, not that we were in the mood to eat at all, but I wonder if Porsche wanted to order something else.

The waiter started to apologize to Khun Kinn for calling Porsche annoying, thinking we wouldn't understand. Khun Kinn gives him a pat in the back and he goes looking relieved. Porsche looked at Khun Kinn with questioning eyes. I would have found it adorable but not anymore.

"He was complimenting you" Khun Kinn said to him.

"Oh" was the only thing Porsche could come up with.

Minutes later Vegas approaches the table looking disheveled. I did work him up in the bathroom. He probably got hard and decided to seduce a stranger and fucked him somewhere. Maybe that's the kind of asshole he's always been.

"Oh. Pleasant surprise." He said while smiling at us. "Pete, you've changed your attire" he blurted out his observation and nodded at me approvingly.

"I invited them to join us" Porsche said as he looked at Vegas.

"Well, as you should. It would have been rude not to. Pete even brought me a gift." He raised his hand holding the gift I handed him. "Well, maybe more than just ONE gift."

I couldn't hold it anymore as I try to get up. I want to punch him so bad or maybe just leave but Khun Kinn grabs my hand from under the table, holding me in place.

DON'T GIVE HIM THE SATISFACTION FROM SEEING YOU EMOTIONAL.

That's what he told me after he accepted Porsche's dinner invitation. I see Vegas lean in to whisper something to Porsche and I feel Khun Kinn tighten his grip on my hand. So much that I feel like my fingers won't be able to move well after tonight. He must be trying so hard to hold it in, seeing as his facial expression hasn't changed.