Night Out

Hard Court

This is dedicated to my one and only psychic sister, wetasscoochie 💚🌸

⛔️Warning: This chapter is mildly and badly edited that I finished after three weeks and will be posted at 2 in the morning. It also contains m/f/m sexual content. If you are uncomfortable with this theme, please walk away and don't report me. 🤣

Sara basks in the odd situation she currently is in the center of. She thinks how in the name of all that is good and evil did she find her way in this place but it's too fantastic to ponder further about it, Sara would rather enjoy the moment she is in.

Tonight was just supposed to be a down time at the Peninsvla, some dinner and drinks before Mia heads back to the hustle and bustle of her Manila girl life. Yet now, Wren has left with God-knows-who, Mia is on her nth drink, and here she is, on a separate table with two delicious guys just wanting to win her attention.

Yep, good night so far.

As she listens to the one sporting a green jersey and a pair of round, frameless glasses go on about something regarding basketball, Sara makes sure to check on her friend. Mia is usually the bitch of all bitches but now she is laughing with this dude who brought Wren the drink from earlier.

"Hey, babe. Who are you looking at?" The other one who's wearing a plain white shirt and jeans tries to pull her attention back to their trio on the table. She looks at him again, letting her eyes travel on his to study him well. His eyebrows thick and furrowed from the question he just asked. Sporting a buzz cut, the hair from his head continues down the side of his face and Sara wants nothing more than to find out how it feels like against her skin. His expression stays the same, stoic and hard, not much on his face gives away any emotion that he has.

The one on his left scoffs as if to shoo away any bad ideas I might have of the person I was just looking at. "That's James. He's completely harmless." His words make it to her ears but leaves at the other end. Instead of focusing on what he meant by that, Sara was more drawn to him being a complete opposite of his friend. With fairer skin and thicker locks, his round eyeglasses just completes his boy next door aura. Sara tries to keep her control and focus in check but the green jersey he has on that shows his biceps just perfectly isn't helping her cause.

"What were we talking about again?" Her gaze shifting from one guy to another. Her words may have given them the idea what she wanted to fit back into the conversation but damn. All she can think about is how these two fine species are giving her all the attention tonight. She can even see some jealous stares from the girls in the other tables.

But at the moment, Sara doesn't give a flying fuck about any of them and continues to listen to whatever these two are babbling about just so they could sweep her off her feet.

"So Sara, right?" She nods to give them the affirmative.  "Are you from around here?"

She looks at the guy in green who asked the question. He introduced himself as Noah and was earlier with the guy Mia is currently with. Sara shakes her head to remove these unnecessary cobwebs from her brain and reminds herself to focus.

"Nope," Sara starts out, her head tilted down but her eyes peeking up from her lashes. "I'm just here for a two-week vacation."

Sara finishes her drink and the other one in the buzz cut who introduced himself as Kobe eyed her now empty glass. "Would you like another glass?" He asks and was about to signal the bartender when Sara reaches her arm out to place his arm down.

"You know," the smirk on her face can be interpreted in a number of ways. "If you are trying to get me drunk, don't. I'm almost invincible to alcohol." Her sight traveled from one man to the next. Her gaze then shift to someone behind Noah and notices Mia waving her phone to get her attention. Once her eyes land on her, Mia mouths the words I'll text you which makes Sara nod robotically. Her eyes follow her friend who leaves Peninsvla with the guy she was talking with a while ago.