SUGAR=SALT [KinnPorsche]

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑=𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓 [𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐭]

❝𝖂𝖍𝖞 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖇𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝕻𝖍𝖎?❞

Macau tapped Porchay on the shoulder, but he was also tapped from behind.

"Fiji?"

Although he has his back to them, Porchay listens in on the conversation behind him.

"That's me!" Exclaimed the man who tapped his shoulder and held a bottle of high-end spirits in his other hand. "It's been a while; let's enjoy ourselves!"

Macau's attention was drawn back to Porchay, who was now out of sight. "With your habit of appearing in front of me at the wrong time, you'll soon be setting Guinness World Records," he thought as he removed the arms that had been wrapped around his neck. He tried blinking several times and scanning the entire interior, but there was no sign of Porchay.

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Porchay's POV continues...

"What am I even doing here?"

As soon as P'Macau started talking to someone, I quickly hid under the table near where I was standing. For a brief moment, I want to laugh at myself for doing such dumb stuff.

I peered slowly through the tablecloth and saw P'Macau looking for me in any direction his head turned. I'm sorry, Phi; I just need to be alone right now. That's right, Phi; have fun with your friends as well.

I waited a few minutes longer before venturing out.

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"What would you like to drink?" I'm currently sitting in front of the bar counter, my thoughts drawn to the numerous expensive liquors displayed at the back bar, but I was interrupted by a man in his early 30s who offered to treat me to anything tonight! Isn't it amazing?!

I chose the pretty odd bottle, and we began drinking it. This one starts out sweet but quickly turns bitter once it hits your throat, which I don't mind. I'm getting pure blootered eh night. Tonight is going to be a long, long night! : I am going to be rather drunk this evening.

As I reached for the glass on the counter, I noticed two women sitting nearby. They're probably a couple because one of them is sitting on the other's lap. They're so sweet, and everything they do comes naturally to them. It makes me proud to see people like that, who can flaunt their relationship in public.

I looked at them with a bitter smile. I remembered what had happened earlier and wondered if P'Kim and I were the same as them if everything was fine. I wished I hadn't left the VIP room so I wouldn't have seen that.

I hadn't realised I'd been crying for a while, so I frustratedly wiped my tears and drank again. I can partake in any activities involving alcoholic beverages this evening, but as of now, I'll place more emphasis on filling my stomach.

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While opening the new bottle of wine that was offered to me by that man's friend, I enjoyed watching the bartender making drinks like—wow. To sum it up, the sound of the cocktail shaker and the stirring of the bar spoon satisfy me. How did they pull off such a flawless performance? It must've be a tough training for them. I wanted to learn how to do it the way how my older brother had done it for almost his entire life.

He'd totally scold me if he found out what I'm doing right now.

I drank some more. The person next to me doesn't seem to enjoy my company; he doesn't even speak to me after clinking his glass with mine. He is more interested in the strippers on stage. Well, anyone who comes with me gets bored easily because I am dull. The mere thought of it makes me want to go home even more.