𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ★ pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧, olive

❝ i might just be in la la la la la la la la la la love.❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

"Move." I push away some random guy.

After our beach day, Maisie decided that we all need to go out and party. I haven't actually partied in a while. The last party was... something, let's say.

Anyway, here, in Lebanon, you'll party like you never have. No occasion needed, the party can and most probably will, last till six in the morning.

And no one, literally no one, gets tired. It's not like it gets boring after a while. No, no way. On the contrary. It gets funner and funner. The DJ gets more excited by every passing hour, the ambiance gets even more excited...

If it's outdoors, there will definitely be some fireworks. Or just something burning up. Could be something, could be someone. Either way, it's really fun.

What is not so fun, is Lebanese men. While most are okay and to some exceptions quite respectful and polite, the rest are all what I call, 'Shramit, bala akhle2 w 7amir', shortly translated, it's simply dicks.

They're literal children incarnated in adult bodies who have no respect for themselves or anyone around and are alway horny.

So, when I bring some of these men down, you can only imagine how happy it makes me. "Hey!" I call the guy out. "Aw bet zi7 aw bo2ortak. (Either you move or you're dead.)" I yell at him.

He can barely hear me over the sound of the loud, gonna damage our ears in the morning, music. But my face is dead serious and not jokey at all.

Besides, I'm well known around here. Not just for my career, but my character and abilities. He gulps and lets me pass. "Hal2ad bada? (Did it need that much?)" I roll my eyes, taking back the space that was mine before he squeezed himself in, pushing me away.

I look around and call out to the bartender that has been serving us all night and all my life. This outdoor club has been our club ever since we were sixteen.

And Michael here, has been our loyal drink server since then. "3tine khamse bira almaza bcharafak. (Give me five almaza beers please.)"

"B2amrik, Estezte. (At your service, my lady.)" He grins, winking before going around and getting me those drinks.

The club is alive with energy, the air filled with excitement and the scent of alcohol.

Waiting, another random guy comes up to me. "Ma kent 3erif el ashta ma3a ejren. (I didn't know beautiful things had legs.)" I almost choke.

He did not use this shitty of a pick up line. I try not to laugh as I ignore him. "Chou esmik ya helwe? (What's your name, sweetie?)" He continues, leaning on the bar as I look away. "Mest7ieh? (Are you shy?)" He smirks, leaning closer to me.

"Chakle mest7ieh? (Do I look shy?)" I turn and face him, raising a brow at him, my hand over my waist. "Brom wejak, ma ele jlede hala2. Fa bsharaf rabak, fek. (Turn around, I'm not in the mood. So please, leave.)" I sigh, looking around for Michael who's coming back now.

"Leh la2? Fine salike. (Why not? I can make you happy.)" He bites his lip, trying to sneak his hand onto my waist.

Micheal comes back right on time, placing the beers on the bar. "Khamse bira la 2albe. (Five beers for my heart.)" He smirks, nodding his head.