ART IN THE COVER BY: toozayn_ FROM IG (With approval)
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Cover made by: Respectfully Yours
This part isn't much eventful, it's been so long since the real update-- been busy. So I'll divided it into three parts.
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Philip shook his head in amusement while he watched a group of friends have a drinking contest at the far side of his front bar. He couldn't help but overheard their conversation earlier, a guy asking for a date with his long time co-worker. But the woman wasn't easily swayed, he challenged her to straight up seven different strongest mixes of SH. And Philip being an obliging servant of his establishment, let them have their little fun-- because it's friday. It's their time to wind down for the weekend.
The small group cheered when their two friends drained down the contents of their shot glass. Two other guys playfully patting the man's back, while the other female of their company massaging the woman's shoulders like a boxing contender. The man coughed from the strong sting in his lungs, and the woman? It was easy peasy.
The filipino didn't fail to notice the tall presence already sitting just beside his left in his front bar. The tall man took a few moments to gaze at his soft but lean features, especially his eyes. His curly long lashes that could probably melt him if those gold and silver eyes would look up to him in desperation. He followed his line of sight, towards his drinking subordinates, he let out a quiet chuckle.
Philip turned his head with semblance painted on his face, he gently placed down the wine glass that he'd been polishing in front of the man.
"See? You still have a heart after all." The orient pearl said, and turned around to reach for a wine bottle on the shelf behind him.
"They deserve it," The man watched the bartender pour him a glass of red wine. "And you taught me. 'Employees are your assets, not liabilities'." He said and took a good sip.
"Hm.. no Fonse, I don't recall saying that," Philip answered, subconsciously shifting half of his attention to the small ruckus happening, "I only said that bastards like you should eat the same dirt you're feeding them." The filipino heard the man chuckle, and gave the man a half-hearted smile.
"Alright, fine you didn't," Fonse just sighed to himself and took a sip from his wine glass.
"By the way, you said you're quitting this place?" Fonse asked, putting down his wine with a soft clink on the top bar. He saw the filipino's small shoulders slumped a bit. Fonse is one of the people who fell victim to Philip's conjuration, it was like a rendezvous of two fated people that are meant to be.
However, it was a twisted fairytale for Fonse, Philip never reflected true feelings, even though he was devoted to his wishes. He was weak to the orient pearl's every fiber of his being. There was something about him that just pulled him in, and he believed those sweet words he whispered to him. His gold and silver pupils could spellbound anyone.
