I turn and see Mike hand-in-hand with the skinny horsey biatch and about a dozen of his
Sucker mates. I take a deep breath and as I exhale, I tell Barbie under my breath "Shrek, Donkey
and the Duurrrtty Dozen."
"Hey guys! We're so glad you could make it!" Barbie immediately puts her preying face
on. I can sense she's already checking out for any signs of designer items in these boys' outfits.
I hate to admit this, but They look kinda cute though as they all are wearing their team jersey which is white, with dashes
of red, blue and yellow just like our national flag with jeans and rubber shoes. Don't we all love looking at a group of men in uniform?
"You guys can call me Nicole." Nicole won't waste any second to wait to be introduced
and does it herself. She shake-hands and holds a meaningful eye contact with the youngest-
looking one as she licks and wets her lips. He's probably not even circumcised yet. "How do
you...Want Me... to call you?" she stresses on the Want Me, closes and opens her eyes slowly and
presses a hand to her cleavage. Poor boy. He'll be under her hypnotic spell that is too stealthy it
shall escape his notice.
"Graciella, I want you to meet Bella." Mike starts. I hold my hand out as I do my best to appear civil with her. She glares at me, raises a brow, won't shake my hand and replies "I believe we've met." In a tone that I want to slap her for, and mumbles "Bitch"
"What did you call me?!? What, You think I'm your competition?! Bitch, Get on my level first! And stay the fuck out of my table!" I snap.
"Girls, come on..." Mike is quick to get in the middle.
He and his biatch start arguing as he slowly walks her away from my table and towards the bar. I turn to the guys and say "Oh you guys can stay. Cheers!" I'm usually not this friendly to these dogs, but tonight is an exception.
We all start dancing and partying and doing toasts and having small talks. Hours have passed and I can see Mike and his bitch still arguing, and she/he/it still glares at me. They are now seated at her friend's nearby table though.
In the middle of our inebriation, while dancing up a storm on the ledge, Barbie, Nicole and I start making it rain with the 20-peso bills. We throw those 20-peso-mothersmackers up in the air in a rapper guy on an MTV music video fashion.
At least around 80% of the crowd starts jumping at and reaching for the 20-peso bills. They totally defeat the purpose of coming here having to go broke just to look rich, or just so hopefully other people would think they are rich, which hopefully could increase the chance of them getting laid.
The tall dark handsome hunky emcee starts hitting on and dancing a little too close with me. I know Mike's looking so I try my best to appear like I'm into the guy too. He occasionally puts the microphone next to my mouth, motioning for me to say something. Finally, I said "To all the girls this fuckboy emcee has slept with before, Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol...." Then I pass out.
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