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Chapter 2

The night was particularly cold this evening. It was punctuated by laughter, hugs, outbursts of affection, love ... and also fights between drunkards, or even tears for the most sensitive. The lights of Bangkok carpeted the city with magical light points giving the painting an enchanting spectacle. Cries of teenagers coming to celebrate the New Year burst out from all sides, fireworks in the distance flooded the sky with multicolored light, as well as a few horns animated the country - and even the world.

The night was festive and warm despite the biting cold. Mark tried to warm his hands by blowing on it. What was not a great success...

In front of the studio entrance doors, the small group of remaining actors took to the air, trying to uncover and chase away the alcohol that had clouded their minds all evening, and warmed their bodies.

Plan was slumped pitifully against the agency wall and was struggling to recover from his nausea. Earlier in the evening, he had swallowed down the toilet, coughing and groaning bitterly. What a great way to spend the New Year. In a vein attempt to help him get better, his comrades had moved him outside where the biting cold could perhaps help him feel better. The boy now had his head buried in his arms and tried to hold it as if it was going to keep it from spinning. Near him Mean had a hand on his shoulder and a worried look. The boy who provoked him and made fun of him earlier had given way to the worried and concerned boy. Perth had already returned home. Just like part of the guests who returned to work the next day. Which was the case for some of them. The festivities of the evening did not tolerate laziness and all had to resume their lives the next day, without exception. Title and Earth hesitated to take off when they saw their friend in bad shape.

"The taxi will be here soon," Gun announced, joining them outside. "Someone is devoted to bringing him home?" 

"I'll take care of him," said Mean, who felt visibly responsible for his condition. Gun nodded, relieved not to be the one to take care of this kid. Mark also did not particularly want to spend the evening taking care of a completely drunk guy when he himself was not sure he could go home without staggering. The cold had cleared his mind but it was still far from enough.

"Maybe Plan's good resolution this year would be not to abuse champagne," Earth quipped in a joking tone.

"I hear you, asshole," spat Plan pitifully, still unable to regain consciousness. But he was obviously still able to defend himself verbally, which made Earth laugh.

"We're going to go," Title announced to the rest of the small group. "Earth, shall I take you back ?" The concerned man nodded gratefully before greeting his friends. "See you tomorrow at the meeting !" 

The others nodded before exchanging warm wishes for a happy new year and a good evening.

"I'll go, too," said Gun, much to Mark's dismay who would have spent a few more minutes in the company of his elder. He felt sad that the evening was over. It had seemed very short to him ... But there will be another time, he thought to encourage himself. And his conversation with Gun, at the time of the transition to the new year still resounded in his mind.

"Do you need help taking care of this idiot ?" Added Gun to Mean.

"It's okay, guys, you can go. In any case, it is better that he sober up a little now before getting into the taxi".

"Totally" agreed Gun with a sympathetic grin. "Are we going, Mark ?" 

Mark gave a slight jump when Gun spoke to him. He took him by surprise. Does he want to spend more time with me ? He thought before foolishly remembering that there was only one exit that led to the street outside the agency. He nodded quickly, turning to Mean with a gesture of respectful salute.