Are You For Reel? (A Short Story)

Tine

It was 11:40 in the evening and I'm drinking with my friends. They're having so much fun with all the girls around.

The club was so loud and so crowded but it's fine. I hope they play a Scrubb song, though.

I went to the restroom and I hit someone on the shoulders.

"Sorry, man! It's quite dark here and I'm a bit tipsy, I didn't see you!"

Then I went directly to the male restroom and threw up. God, these tequila shots are killing me.

When I got out of the restroom, I looked at my friends.

Phuak was on the dance floor, dancing with some chic. His polo unbuttoned with spills of beer.
Fong was talking to the lady bartender. I think he was trying to impress her, but she doesn't seem to be impressed at all.
And Ohm was, as usual, taking photos and videos and posting them to his social media.

While looking at them, someone held my hand. It was Prae. I looked at her confusingly and she laughed.

"It's almost midnight. Why are you here?" she said.

"I don't know...but I'm happy you're here. Do you want to dance?"

"Aren't you too wasted to dance?"

"I'm fine- wait, I just need to go back to the restroom."

I ran to one of the cubicles and, once again, threw up.

When I went to our table, Prae was there waiting for me. I sat beside her and she was holding a guitar...and we were in my apartment.

"What the- Are we in my apartment??"

"Oh good, you're awake. Yeah, you were so drunk I had to bring you home."

"Where's Fong, Phuak, and Ohm??"

"They helped carry you here. But they left."

"Wow, Prae. Thank you. I really appreciate it."

"That's ok. I wanted to be alone with you, anyway. The music was too loud and I couldn't talk to you."

"Why? What do you want to talk about?"

"Well, I still haven't taken a video for the music club and I was hoping you can help me."

Is Prae really in my apartment? I can't believe this!

"Sure. What song do you want to play?"

"Hmmm. I'm tired. I wanna lie down"

"Uhmm yeah, sure. Let's lie down."

We lay down together. Side by side. I was looking at the ceiling and couldn't breathe. When I turned to look at her, it was blurred. I rubbed my eyes. And as the view became clearer, her hair became short. Her complexion changed. And her feet touched mine. I rubbed my eyes again. It was Sarawat.

"Surprise."

And I woke up by the sound of my alarm at 2:30AM.

He was in my dreams again.