baby we're meant to be

hurricane (take my breath away)

'i didn't want to tell my friend who my real date last night was so i just pointed at a random stranger (you) but now they're storming over to interrogate you and you're playing along??? okay' au

Prem, Knot and Toota stared at Arthit.

Their one-sided staring match carried on even as the person being stared at fidgeted awkwardly and looked everywhere but at them. Bright walked over to join them, balancing a tray of fresh drinks easily. Sliding them onto the table, he carelessly sat on the edge of the table.

"He still hasn't caved?"

Knot shook his head. "Nope."

Bright shoved his face into Arthit's, who immediately leaned back to avoid the scrutiny. Bright boinked him on his head.

"Ai'Bright!" the latter yelled in exasperation and annoyance.

"Why aren't you telling us anything, Ai'Arthit?" asked Prem, finally having enough of his friend's stubborn silence. "Did something happen?" His eyes narrowed. "If they did anything you didn't want, you know you can tell us, right? We'll make them pay."

The others stiffened at the implication and loudly expressed their support in helping to kill the person and hide the body. Arthit buried his head in his hands, unsure whether he wanted to laugh or cry.

They were attracting a lot of cautious and scared looks with their rather vocal plans of gruesome murder. Bright might own the bar they were at, but that wouldn't help them if they had the police called on them.

Then again, what exactly could he tell the others to dissuade them from their plans? Certainly not the truth.

'No, they didn't hurt me. It was just that the guy - P'Fan? P'San? - arrived over half an hour late, spent the entire time talking about his ex and how his current date couldn't compare to his angel, and then pulled a dine-and-dash, sticking me with the hefty bill.'

Arthit grimaced at the reminder of the awful experience. He was never going to go on another date ever again. Blind date? More like blind robbery.

"Ai'Arthit, you still with us?" asked Toota.

Arthit sighed before lifting his head up and downing his drink. "Yeah. I just don't want to talk about it, ok? Drop it."

"We're just worried because every week you've never failed to complain about how terribly the dates have gone. So it's a bit strange that you've been so quiet about this one," said Knot.

Well sue him if he didn't want to rehash the same old story of not being able to make it through a single first date successfully! He'd had enough of humiliating himself over and over. Now if only his friends would get the fucking memo...

Maybe the alcohol had finally gotten to him because the words fell off his tongue without permission. "I don't want to say anything 'cause the person is here!"

Bright almost fell over in shock. "Wait, like right now?!"

Arthit froze. Shit, shit, shit, why did he say that?! Of all the lies to have gone with, his brain chose that one? What the fuck was his brain-to-mouth filter doing?! And he called himself an engineer! From the eager looks his friends were shooting him, the only kind he was was an engineer of his own demise!

Prem scowled when Arthit refused to respond. "So, where are they?"

"Promise that you won't go near them," Arthit demanded, scrambling to buy time to come up with a plan.