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01: The Death of Me

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"Prem! Open the door!"

Arthit leaned on the door and kept knocking —banging it as he insisted the owner of the unit to open the door for him, not caring about the disturbance he had caused.

"FUCKING OPEN THIS DOOR, AI'PREM!!"

The sound of footsteps marching towards the door was heard and the door sprang opened, making the man fell into the arms in front of him and a bag fell on the floor.

"What took you so long?"

"Arthit?"

Arthit patted the arms as a way of thanking him and stumbling his way inside —inviting himself in. He was about to plod further inside when a hand stopping him. The owner scrunched his face when he recognized the fetid smell. He took a look at him and glanced at the poor bag on the floor.

"You're reek of alcohol. Did you straight go for a drink after work? What're you doing here?"

"Me?" Arthit squeaked. "You invited me to sleepover!" the drunken man tried to keep himself in balance.

"Huh?"

"Prem... you drunk? Can't... remember your pomish (promise)?" Arthit hit him in the chest repeatedly and at the same time he tried his best not to slur his words.

"I'm sorry Arthit, but —arrghh!" he yelped in pain as Arthit pulled his ear.

"Better be! You promised me... then... ditch me at the club,"

"What're you doing getting yourself drunk when you've to go to work tomorrow? Why don't you go back home? Plus, I'm not —Ow!" Arthit tugged his ear harder when he shooed him away.

"Your place... closer. And..." his face brightened before he continued, "You... my alarm! Wake me up tomorrow!"

"But—" this time Arthit smacked the other's head and staggered his way to the sofa.

"Get me more beer. Let's have a second round!"

The drunk Arthit stubbornly insisted to stay and leaving no argument for the man. He went to the kitchen and came back with a can in his hand. He opened it and gave it to the man. Arthit happily accepted and sipped it.

"What beer is this? It tasted different,"

"Mango,"

"Mango? You can make a beer out of mango??" he looked at the 'beer' in amazement with his flushed face, earning a chuckle from the other.

"It's so easy to make,"

"Wow! Really?? You know how??"

He nodded —regaled at Arthit's question. The lad was about about to plod down when Arthit kicked him a little bit too strong; making his ass kissed the floor.

"Ouch! What's with you?"

The drunken man chugged the rest of his drinks and cutely pouted. He stared into his eyes with a glint, not even sorry for kicking him to the floor.

"I'm hungry. I want snacks!"

"Why don't you off to bed? It's late and —"

CLANKK!