WANNA BET? (English) BounPrem

Wanna bet?

Saturday night the nightclub is packed to the brim, as it always is at this time. Almost all the tables are occupied. More or less free only at the bar. The barman this night just in a blow, deftly juggling stacks, in which he takes turns pouring colored drinks. And waiters immediately distribute them to the tables. The place on the dance floor near the small stage is filled with a dancing crowd, merrily moving to the beat of the club music. Neon lights, cozy atmosphere and loud music create a great mood for a fun evening. That's what the company of several guys once again gathered for today. Taking one of the VIP tables, they settled down on a red corner sofa, talking loudly. Shouting toasts, the guys chug their glasses and gulping down the contents. Everyone seems to be enjoying the evening. Except for one guy. He sits silently, leaning back against the padded backrest and flipping through his phone. The man certainly stands out from the rest of the company with his attractiveness. The guy is good-looking. All his clothes are black. Only silver accessories shine brightly in the twilight of the room. His ears are studded with several earrings, and his dark hair is fashionably cut so that it slightly covers his eyes. You can tell he's pretty bored right now. One of the guys tugs on his arm, trying to get his attention.

- Boun, have a drink with us! What's wrong with you? It's such a great night.

- All right, Ton.

He clinks glasses with everyone and drinks a shot of bright blue, wrinkling his nose slightly. His best friend Yacht sits down next to the guy, poking him in the shoulder with his fist.

- What's up? You got your eye on anyone yet or not?

- I'm not in the mood today, Yacht.

- Don't tell me you're having depressive thoughts again. Or I'll take you to the clinic myself again.

- No. I just didn't like anyone, - the brunette says.

- It's okay. The night's young. Just keep looking around. Maybe you'll see someone new, - Yacht smiles.

Boun nods his head in agreement, and picks up a new batch of brightly colored shot from the table and drinks it in one gulp. He would like to get drunk again and forget about everything, especially his own thoughts. But today alcohol is hard to come by. And the dark memories seem to be coming back with renewed force. And it's harder than usual to keep them at bay this evening.

Three years have passed since that unfortunate day, when the accident took away his beloved one. But the man still recalls that phone call with horror. Still hears the words he wishes he'd never remembered. The man he loved so much is gone. And he has to face it. The car accident changed everything. Divided his life into before and after. Took away the most important things - love and hope for a brighter future. At times like today, the brunet again imagines that it all happened recently.

The first year after what happened, he simply existed, not lived. He quit his job, locked himself in his apartment and didn't go out for weeks at a time. He stopped eating properly and taking care of himself. All the guy did was sob at night from sorrow and loneliness. In this state he was found by his best friend Yacht, who did his best to pull Boun out of depression. At first he tried to help him himself, somehow to comfort and distract him. Forcibly dragged the guy to meetings with friends, but all was in vain. Then Yacht insisted that the brunet sought help from a therapist. And even took him to appointments at the clinic until he came to his senses.

Boun grew up in a wealthy family and never needed money. He got a job because he wanted to. When the guy stopped seeing the meaning of life without his beloved, then work became uninteresting to him, as well as all the other benefits of civilization. Parents saw how hard it was for him, and wanted to somehow support him, so they transferred tidy sums of money to the card every month. But the guy didn't spend it at all, because he didn't care. He did not buy anything and did not go anywhere. That's why after a year, there was really a lot of money in his account.