"You are going to make me a what?!”
Nagsalita si Angel pero nilunod lang ng maingay na party party songs ang kanyang boses. I can barely understand what she said, I just assumed some words based on how she mouthed it.
Teacher. Killer. Spitter. Splitter.
Sa kabilang table ng bar, there was a group of young fellas who are already drunk.
“Shot!” sigaw ng isang cool na cool (asscool yeah boy...) na binata sa nirentahan nilang stripper para mag-perform sa kanilang maliit na grupo. The guy handed the drink to the girl. Nilagok naman ng babae ang tequila shots. Sumunod na ang nakakabingi nilang tawanan at sigawan. I wonder if those guys were the same guys I had been with on the past couple of weeks.
“Yandao!” tawag ni Angel at kinurot ang braso ko. “Are you even listening to me or what? I said you’ll be pretending as...”
Pinanood ko kung paano gumiling ang babae. She has goddamn moves, and she’s sexy. Pero alam mo ‘yun, halata mong napipilitan lang siya. Poor lady! Magdalena, anong problema? Bakit hindi ka makawala sa kadena?
Itinungga ko ang Jägerbomb.
“Stripper,” kaswal na wika ng mahal kong pinsan.
Stripper.
“Whut?!” nauubo kong tanong sa kanya. Parang nabulunan ako sa ininom ko. “The fuck... stripper?!” Fucking no. Just fucking no.
Tumango-tango si Jel habang napapangiti. A smile which can be interpreted as ‘Tanga mo, naisahan na naman kita Yan’. Fucking shit. I am screwed.
Her fingers played on the circles of the rim of her cocktail glass. Angel is having Aviation, one of her fave drinks at this bar. “So?”
“So?! It’s not funny Angelica!” asar kong sabi, pinapalaki ang chinito kong mga mata. Inabutan ulit niya ako ng isang shot ng JB at agad ko itong itinungga. Gumuhit ito sa aking lalamunan.
Stripper? Yan the Stripper. Motherfucking Christ this idea is bullcrap.
On our side, nakita ko kung paano isiksik ng mga maliligalig and drunk customers sa sexy and oh so revealing underwear ng female stripper ang sandamukal na paper bills. The lady kept on grinding like there’s no tomorrow. And the audience are so amused by her dancing.
“I am not going to do it,” I said with a straight face. “Baby Guiness!” tawag ko sa waiter. Nope, hindi ‘yun name ng bartender. I need a coffee-flavored drink to wake me up from this fucked-up dream. “The heck... give meh a shot of Baby Guiness hurry hurry yo!” I said rushing the panicked bartender by my sudden demands.
Napailing si Angel and touched my shoulder. “We had a deal, Yandao. You will do it whether you like it or not. We have an agreement,” she sip her Aviation. “You never break deals right?”
I wonder what the heck did my couzy like on this drink? Come on, it’s a fucking flower liquor. What was she in her past life, a butterfly?!
Yeah yeah, I am quite tipsy.
I groaned. “You are an agent for fuck’s sake, Angel.” Mabilis kong inagaw ang coffee infused booze na dala ng bartender. “In fact, may I remind you that you are the BEST agent in da house yo. Says the boss.” My face held a sarcastic reaction. Typical pissed-off Yellow face.
“What the heck are you trying to point, Yan?”
“You can do it for yourself,” I casually answered. “And Jel, look at this... you’re just checking out a certain guy. Agent D and Q’s mission to slam the Matsuyama drug factory... that is a REAL mission.” Isang shot pa ulit ang gumuhit sa lalamunan ko. Palabo na ng palabo ang paningin ko.
BINABASA MO ANG
Let's Pretend
Teen FictionAgent Yellow is back on action. This time, on a double mission which involves his expertise: disguise and roleplaying. After accepting his cousin's request to background check a certain guy, Y will pretend to be a hawt stripper on the club. And as B...
