Catch Me, Iʼm Falling (A JHOLET AU)

Chapter 6: Night Out

NYC, NEW YORK

 
 
At 6:30 in the evening, after staring into the void for the rest of her working hours and realizing how much her life sucked, Colet decided to leave her office with a grumpy-looking Yves in tow.

Colet used Yvesʼs car since they would be having company and her motorcycle could only accommodate the rider. They bantered through the whole ride like an old married couple, just like they always do. Colet explained briefly that Mariah wanted to hang out one last time before she flew back to the Philippines. Yves complained loudly as to why she needed to be there, clearly still pissed about what Colet had said earlier that day.

“Galit ka pa rin ba saʼkin?”

“No,” Yves replied curtly, looking out the window. “Why would I be?”

Colet reached out for her hand and squeezed it. “I didnʼt mean what I said earlier, I just wanted you to give me some space and some time to think. Iʼm sorry.”

“Whatever,” Yves replied, her lips jutting out in a pout.

“Suuus, stop being a baby. Patawarin mo na ako,” Colet teased, squishing Yvesʼ cheek with her free hand.

Yves smacked her hand away. “Hoy, ano ba, stop it!”

Colet chuckled, while Yves massaged her face. “Where is your Mariah anyway?”

“Still at her hotel, but she asked me to pick her up,” said Colet as she was maneuvering through the traffic. “Thatʼs where weʼre going.”

They were able to pick up Mariah at the hotel she was staying at by 7:00 p.m. Colet and Yvesʼ jaws dropped to the floor when Mariah emerged from the hotel entrance. The little hellion wore a snug, knee-length red dress with a low-cut neckline and a pair of fancy red pumps to match, her Louis Vuitton purse in hand.

“Nice dress, Queenie,” Colet commented with a smirk as Mariah climbed into the backseat.

Yves turned from her seat to get a good look at Mariah. She looked gorgeous, no doubt about that, but Yves couldnʼt help but think that the other woman was a little overdressed. After all, Colet and Yves were still in their work clothes—or Yves was since Colet wore casual clothes to work that day. She refrained from voicing it out loud, though.

“I know,” Mariah replied confidently, settling in the backseat.

Colet decided to officially introduce them to each other. Yves knew Mariah through Coletʼs stories, and vice versa.

“Yves, this is my friend Mariah,” she beckoned to the girl in the backseat. “And Mariah, this is Yves.”

“Hi, itʼs nice to finally meet you,” greeted Yves with a smile. She offered her hand, which Mariah took, an impish grin plastered on her face.

“The pleasureʼs mine,” the latter answered, looking highly amused. Yves found it odd, but she decided to let it go.

Since it was too early to go clubbing, Colet showed Mariah around New York instead. They strolled through the city for a few hours. With Yvesʼ insistence, they ate dinner at one of their favorite Filipino restaurants in NYC before heading out to go clubbing.

They went to a club called Pandemonium, where they had been longtime regulars. The said club was famous for its wet and wild parties and the presence of A-list celebrities and other elite members of society. Of course, Colet and Yves being VIPs, they had no problem getting Mariah inside, which made the latter ecstatic because she wouldnʼt have to wait in line like the other partygoers.

One of the perks of being a VIP is the clubʼs massive balcony overlooking the dance floor. It was the VIP lounge, and it had a glass separator to somehow dull the loud noises of the dance floor below. It also has a massive bar and booths for privacy. Only VIPs were allowed on the balcony. Two hulking bouncers flanked the bottom of the steep staircase, making sure to only admit VIPs and their plus ones upstairs.