Tulips The Series - Thai BL Drama ✔️

Chapter 4

TULIPS

Tip

"That's it for me tonight," the rookie singer sitting at the podium in the middle of the bar spoke into the microphone in front of him. "There will be another singer coming up. Goodnight from me."

He stood up and left the podium. A few listeners supported him by handing him free cash and free drinks. He soon left with his guitar.

The bar was dimly lit. A few couples mostly young men sat here and there sipping their beers and wines. Among them was Tip and Bank. They had come to the bar, their usual drinking spot to chill off.

Tip sighed as he released his hands from his jaw and gulped down a cup of alcohol. He had been listening to the singer. He felt how he poured his heart into lyrics. He wondered if the singer have been heartbroken in the past or something.

"The lyrics of this song reminds me of myself. So lonely," Tip breathed.

Bank who was sitting across the table smiled. "You, Tip, lonely? No way."

"Why?" Tip refilled his cup for the third time.

"You're the captain of our great football team and our juniors love you. How can you be lonely?"

"You talk like that because you've never been lonely before. You will not understand."

Bank studied his friend. The football captain was a feather head. You never know when he's serious or not. He always rant about irrelevant stuff on a normal day and gets worse when he's drunk.

"A'Tip, I think you're drunk."

The football captain waved off Bank's statement. "I know, you don't have to...hicups... you don't have to ...hicups...remind me, okay..."

"Look at you. It's still the middle of the week and you're this drunk. What will happen when the rest of football gang is here by weekend?"

"I know what to do when they come. Pass me the rocks."

Bank gave him a cup of ice. He poured a few cubes in his cup and refilled it.

He sipped the alcohol this time. He could tell he was getting drunk. He was already feeling nauseated. He was really lonely. He never really had anybody to look out or care for him except for his family. He never had luck with the girls either. They few ones he dated had the same complain that he was not man enough to handle them.

Girls. How complicated they can be?

He noticed the singer walking out of the bar. He quickly tapped Banks signaling that he would be right back.

"Excuse me, P..."

He almost bumped into the singer when he stopped abruptly in front of him.

"P... P... Hi..." Tip greeted awkwardly. He was an inch taller than the singer.

"You don't need to call me P' I'm your mate."

The singer said calmly with a lovely smile on his cute face.

"Ohh... I thought you left. Are you back to sing... another song?" The drunk captain scratched his head in embarrassment. His coffee blond hair laid across his sweaty forehead.

"No I'm actually leaving now."

"I'm Tip. I really enjoyed your hicup... song earlier."

The singer smiled, revealing a set of small white dentition. He looked handsome in his shiny black shirt and a pair of jeans, with a black shoe to match. His guitar case rested on his left shoulders.

"Thanks, A'Tip. I'm Skit. Are you okay?" the singer asked looking worried for the drunk fan.

Tip belched and swallowed back undigested beer.

"I'm fine," he reached for his back pockets and brought out his wallet. He handed Skit some notes.

"A'Tip. This is too much. Take care of yourself with that."

"Skit, this is from my heart... hicup."

Skit knew Tip was drunk. If he was in his right senses he wouldn't have given him such huge money as a gift or tip.

Skit laughed at his awkwardness. "Give this to me when you're sober okay. I have to go, friend."

"Hey," Tip called behind him. "You're going to sing for me tomorrow night...A'Skit."

Skit nodded and waved at his new found friend.

Tip and Skit... Hmm... Keep reading to find out how their story unfolds.

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