Perth, Saint, Mean, Plan, Mark, Gun, Earth and Title have agreed to spend a week's vacation at Gun's parents' vacation house by the river, far from the city. They felt that they needed to have a short respite from work before starting their work sho...
Mark and Earth dropped whatever it was that they were doing and rushed out of the house to follow Perth. Gun had the presence of mind to turn off the stove first before running out of the house himself.
When he was close enough to be within earshot, Gun demanded, "What's going on here?"
Mark and Plan kept quiet. It was Title who spoke up.
"Plan accused Mean of doing a peeping Tom act on him while he was in the bathroom."
"Which wasn't true!" Mean spoke up for the first time. "The door was unlocked so I opened it and walked in."
It was Plan's turn to speak up.
"First of all, you should have knocked first. Just because a door is not locked doesn't mean that there's no one inside the room. Second of all, the moment you saw that I was inside you should have stepped out right away instead of standing there staring me up and down. I felt more naked than I was naked!"
"In my defense, if you were going to get naked, you should have locked the door first!" Mean protested.
Gun decided that it was time for him to step in.
"Listen up, everyone, dinner is cooked. I need everyone to help me set up the table. Let's just forget the whole incident and enjoy the fruit of my labor."
"Hey!" both Earth and Mark piped in, "we did our share of the labor, too!"
"How did you help with dinner?" Title asked Earth.
"I cooked the rice," Earth informed Title.
Title placed his arm around Earth's shoulder as he walked back with him towards the house.
"I didn't know that you could cook," Title looked at Earth appreciatively.
For some reason Earth found himself blushing.
"It's nothing," he said, shaking his head slightly, "anyone can do it. It's such a simple task."
"Well, I don't know how, so while we're here I'm gonna ask you to teach me," said Title.
"Not a problem," Earth said with a smile, suddenly feeling shy.
When everyone got to the house, Gun pointed out where the plates and bowls and utensils could be found.
Perth and Plan took care of setting the table while Saint and Mean poured the jumbo shrimp in coconut milk into two large bowls and then transferred the rice into another two large bowls.
Earth helped Title to prepare fruit punch in a pitcher while Saint poured ice cold water into another pitcher.
Perth suddenly disappeared and after a few minutes came back holding a bottle of vodka and a bottle of rum.
"Where the hell did you get those from?" Gun demanded to know.
"I brought them with me," Perth said defensively. "What's fruit punch without rum and vodka?"
"Where and when did you learn to drink?" Saint was looking at Perth curiously.
Perth did not answer. He just made the motion of zipping up his mouth.
Plan suddenly stood up from the table.
"I'm game," he declared, grabbing the bottles from Perth and getting ready to pour their contents into the large pitcher.
Mean also stood up.
"Easy there, easy," he cautioned Plan. "You can't just pour all of it into a pitcher. You have to leave some for another day."
"Let's all have a silent moment of thanksgiving before we dive into our dinner," Gun said, taking his place at the head of the table.
Everyone stayed silent for a while and then Gun announced, "Let the fun begin!"
By the end of dinner the whole pitcher of cocktails was emptied to the last drop. It seemed to be only Perth and Saint who looked and sounded tipsy. The others seemed to be okay and were helping to clear the table.
With everyone doing their share of labor, the whole table and the kitchen was all cleaned up and the dishes washed and put away in their individual places.
Except for Perth and Saint. They had disappeared. In all the hustle and bustle of cleaning up no one had noticed their disappearance.
After a few minutes, as the rest were making their way to the living room, they noticed Perth and Saint coming out of the bathroom together.
Before anyone could say a word Perth said, "P'Gun, now I know why P'Plan did not lock the bathroom door. It's because the lock is broken! Does anyone here know how to fix a broken lock?"
Everyone said, "Not me!" including Gun.
"Let me call my parents," Gun finally said, "we have a handyman on call who can come over and do the work for us."
After a few minutes of conversing with his parents, Gun turned to the group.
"My dad said he will send the handyman over here first thing in the morning. In case we're still asleep he will be giving the handyman a spare key to the front door so that we won't have to get up to open the door for him," Gun informed everyone.
"Sounds like a good plan," said Title.
Everyone seemed to have had a good night's sleep because they all woke up early enough and helped Gun to prepare breakfast.
They were all seated at table enjoying a large platter piled high with pancakes and another large platter overflowing with strips of crispy bacon and another large platter of scrambled eggs when they heard the front door open and heavy steps coming into the living room.
They all looked up from their plates when they saw the most gorgeous looking, most perfect specimen of mankind that they had ever laid their eyes on in their whole lives, standing at the entrance of the dining room.
Mean was in the middle of stuffing his mouth with a strip of bacon, Plan was drinking from a glass of orange juice and was coughing out the contents from his mouth, while Earth who was in the act of reaching out for a pancake froze his arm in mid air.
Mark was the first to react to the situation. He used the back of his hand to slap Gun on Gun's forehead.
"Shut that gaping mouth!" Mark scolded Gun.
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For those who might not know him, his name is Earth Pirapat Watthanasetsiri.
