Untitled; It doesn't need a name to be famous.

Chapter 5 - Those Fries Aren't the Only Salty Thing Here...

"Tonight is Thursday, and that's Karaoke Night! Make sure you get up on that stage and give us your all!"

Yahui strolls down the stairs from the stage, making sure not to step in various piles of dirt Satsuki had left around his restaurant. I make sure to make my way around her little bombs as well, wiping up the counters. 

Satsuki bumps me in the leg with her hip as she passes me. "So, when are those pages gonna be uploaded?" I freeze as she raises her eyebrow, sweeping up a pile next to Dané. 

"Yeah, when are your next pages gonna come out?" She asks, making Yahui stop in his tracks as well. Before I could answer, Satsuki provides them with answers; "Well, you see, our dear friend here got a little side tracked with other personal things, or should I say, people...."

Yahui's look out the corner of his eye made me feel as if I could shrink down to Satsuki's level.

"Yeah, she even saw someone..." I didn't even told her all what happened the day before, but that doesn't stop her from telling everyone.

"Really?" Grabbing his keys, Yahui opens the karaoke set and shoves the mic into the chest of the lady standing in line. He grabs me by the shoulder and leads us all into the kitchen, pulling up a chair for all four of us and sat his chair really close to mine. "Don't spare any details," he adds, staring intently into my eyes. "What does he look like?"

I sigh, giving into the interrogation. "Uh, Asian, tall, probably an two or three inches taller than me. Has piercings. Um... he dyed his hair white, and has two different colored eyes."

"But is he fine, though?" Satsuki asks.

"Fine as hell, no other way I could describe em'."

She leans back in her seat with a satisfied look on her face. I knew exactly what she was thinkin'; She was gonna go brag to Calueb about how his "personal project" was going sooooo well!

"What's his shoe size?" Yahui interjects and I lean away from his extremely close face. 

"What the hell?!" Dané cackles as she struggles to not fall out her chair. "What kind of a question is that??" 

"You know what they say about shoe size! An Asian with large shoes is a sure keeper!"

"Our little Retro's all grown up!"

"Aww, she's realllly maturing now!" Yahui gushed. 

Oh my God, I had to put an end to this real quick. "HE'S GAY!" I snap, making them jump back in their seat. Even a few customers stopped eating to see the commotion in the kitchen. I close the kitchen doors and slumped over the counter. "Guys, he...he's gay. When I was leaving the library, I saw him kiss another guy." 

"Was it serious?"

"It looked serious!" I pick at the dust on my shoulder. "Look guys, it's fine. Really! You know, I'll be just fine. Tomorrow, I'll go to the showcase and forget this whole semester, no problem." We get interrupted by the screeching note belted out my the poor off key performer on the stage. Whitney Huston was definitely not their strong suit. Satsuki's eyes lights up and she nudges Dané's shoulder from behind. 

"You know what'll really get her mind off it?" I stared deep into her eyes, hoping to get an ideas of where she was going with this. "You know the Late Night Bar?

I nod.

"Well on Friday, they've got a little special where all university students and one friend get in free with I.D."

I nod again, but slower.

"And how convenient! You're showcase is Friday, too!"

"Wait, wait, wait!" I aim my finger in her face lifting an eyebrow, making Satsuki's grin bigger. "Isn't this the same bar that doesn't check I.D.'s? Not just entrance, but for drinks as well?"

"Yeeaahh... But that's not the point! We'll just go have and good time! You'll be refreshed for the upcommin' week! See, so weight, no problem! It's full-proof!"

Full-proof plans seem to be her only weaknesses. I hesitate to protest her plan, but I stop myself, not knowing why. Being social at a club seemed more appealing that going straight home by myself to weep. To hell with it, I'm feeling a little depressed and in need of some freedom from work. And, dare I say it, Calueb was right; I am a lonely fuck. 

Dané smiles and slap my back, too, "Don't worry, I'll be there, too, make you forget all of this happened! Besides, yah don't drink, you can be even be our designated driver!" I turn to her gingerly and return her smirk. 

"Man, what did I do to deserve such wonderful friends?"