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Mikha
“Happy birthday Gwenny!”
“Cheers!”
We were all on the private balcony Gwen had rented out in this new club, far above from the busy dancefloor. It was her birthday, and her party was in full swing. Everyone decided to sing and make their greetings bago uminom at kumain. Well, almost everyone. May isa kasing lasing na bago pa makarating dito.
“Happy na birthday mo pa!” sigaw ni Aiah habang nakaakbay kay Gwen na walang magawa.
“Mikhs, help.” Gwen called out to me. Agad naman akong tumayo from the booth na inuupuan ko para puntahan sila.
This was not the first time I had been in this situation—looking after Aiah after she had too much to drink. But she has outdone herself this time, she was already out of herself before she even stepped foot in the club. She had never taken pregaming this far. Ano nanaman kayang pumasok sa ulo neto?
“Come here, Ays.” I said as I approached them, Aiah immediately surrendering into my arms and out of Gwen’s responsibility.
“Hey, lover.” her eyes lit up as if she hadn't seen me in forever. “So beautiful.”
“Labas muna tayo, okay? Can you stand up straight?”
“Okay po. Whatever you say.” She did attempt to stand up straight but failed miserably. I started to lead her downstairs and away from the crowded bar while the music continued to beat in the background on our way out of the exit. With any luck, I should be able to calm Aiah down and set her straight so we could return to our friend's party. Nakakahiya if we were gone for too long, and if manggugulo si Aiah even before the party actually began.
“Sit.” I ordered her as we reached the stairs out the front entrance. Thankfully, hindi masyadong matao dito.
She looked at me for a moment, pouting and her forehead furrowing like a little child. “Bossy.”
“What’s with you? Bakit ka naman naglasing agad?” I asked as I sat down beside her, trying to pull her hair into a bun to make her comfortable amidst her intoxication.
“Just pregamed a little too hard. Sorry boss, won’t happen again.”
“We’ll stay here for a while muna para magpahangin, ha? Tell me if you feel better para makabalik tayo agad, nakakahiya kasi.”
“I feel better.”
“Pulang pula ka.”
“You look very lovely tonight, nasabi ko na ba?”
“Yes, you have.”
“Can’t help it. So sooo pretty.” Her words were slurring. All of a sudden, her fingers were reaching out to remove strands of hair away from my face. “My best friend with the prettiest face. I could eat you right up.”
“You’re very drunk.”
“Namumula ka na rin ata, Mikhs.” A mischievous giggle escaped her lips. I, on the other hand, tried to ignore how her words did send a flutter through my chest and make me blush. After all, I shouldn’t take drunk Aiah too seriously. She was a natural flirt and alcohol just amplifies her even more. And I, of all people, knew the distances alcohol could take Aiah. Aside from the night she almost drowned, I immediately brushed aside a specific memory I was heavily involved in. One that happened one summer night, on another friend’s birthday.
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SHE'S NOT A SAINT (MIKHAIAH) by: Pinkvettes
Fanfictionmikha and aiah's friendship slowly unravels as they battle through secrets, lies, and betrayals when a new girl enters their lives. Credits to the rightful owner; story from AO3 website