The Causatum of Revenge: Thatcher Series

𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 - [5]

[5]

𝗭𝗮𝗱𝗸𝗶𝗲𝗹 𝗞𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘂𝘀'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩

The neon lights flickered like distant stars above the expansive bar. It was bustling and alive, the laughter of patrons mingling with the clinking of glasses, a stark contrast to the serenity of the private island we had just left behind. Accel and I slid into our VIP seats, the plush leather hugging us like an old friend, it felt good to be back.

"Sup guys, nakapag pahinga na kayo?" Percival's voice boomed. He grasped the menu and I could see the flicker of a smile on Accel's lips. I know what he's thinking tss, he spotted list of dishes in the menu.

Before me lay "Gran Burdeos Tequila," a shimmering golden liquid that begged to be savored. With a carefree nod, I ordered it, relishing the thought of indulging in something decadent after weeks of abstaining. Accel, ever the indulgent eater, perused the menu with a fervor that made Percival laugh.

"I'll take the Komos Cristalino Tequila, at saka etong mga na check kong pagkain pre." he said, adding a mountain of food to his order as if he wouldn't survive the night without it. Carbonara, wings, nachos tss he piled it all high. Carbonara and tequila? Gross.

"Namiss ko dito ah." he chimed in, I pretend not to notice the way his eyes flickered with the shadow of burden. He was still wrestling with the aftermath of a relationship gone sour, and as much as he tried to mask it, I could sense the tension beneath his jovial facade.

"Put some add ons you can order anything, it's on me." Percival grins. He owns the bar, and he doesn't mind the price at all. The tequila that we ordered costs 33k per shot.

"Why don't you join us, you invited us here." he laughed, grabbing a chair to join us. Minutes later, while we're talking about LWA's, the drinks arrived also Accel's food tss.

"Maiba tayo, I thought you were flying to Russia tomorrow." Percival remarked, leaning back in his chair.

"Yeah, management fix. Achi's going instead." I replied, sipping my drink slowly, letting the richness coat my tongue. Achi had her own agenda, and I just let her be.

"Birthday na ni Kinsley, wala man lang akong maisip na regalo." Accel’s voice was suddenly laced with anxiety, the jovial mask slipping just enough for me to catch a glimpse of his stress.

I watched as he dug into his carbonara; pasta twirled around the fork thoughtfully. It struck me as odd—how someone could simultaneously devour a rich meal and grapple with such a dilemma?

"Panty." Percival suggested nonchalantly, but there's a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

Accel choked on his food, eyes wide. "Pervert! She's only 17!" Percival couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity of Percival’s suggestion lifting the air between us, yet it forced Accel to confront the weight of expectations.

"Gago di ako pumapatol sa bata. Too tigh—" before Percival could finish his words, I give him a death glare. I don't wanna hear it.

We're stuck in a rut over what gift to give her. Accel absentmindedly poked at a plate of tacos, his brow furrowed in concentration while I stared into the depths of my tequila glass. I don't have any idea either, since I haven't given any gifts even to Achi.