The Emancipation of a Fuckboy - Chapter 37: Chapter 37

Dominic
"Do you remember when we used to go to our favorite coffee shop? You know the one right in front of McDonald's?" Yhannie began just right after we finished devouring our meals. The food is as immaculate as I've expected from this extra specific restaurant that she chose.
"Oh yeah, definitely! I miss their iced coffee," I nodded with the last mouthful of pasta still in my mouth.
We have already shared our college stories and some of the things that happened right after high school. I'm pretty sure that's just some of it, and I know for a fact that some other stuff happened after high school that we're not going to talk about, at least for now. Maybe we aren't ready for those kinds of things just yet.
"You know what I've missed about that place?" She asked while carefully wiping her lips with a napkin. She was extra careful not to smudge her hot red lipstick.
"I know you didn't miss their coffee," I spat outright. "You would never miss their coffee or any of their coffee." I still remember that Yhannie never liked any coffee that that shop offered. This woman has a very delicate tongue for that type of stuff, but we always go to that shop just because of its location. The shop has a lot of customers, and it continues to attract other people.
"You're definitely right. I just miss the gossiping and talking about the people who walks by and stuff," She pointed at me, and then we both laughed as if we are thinking the same thing. We used to criticize strangers at that shop and only at that shop.
"I remember that one guy who heard you talking shit about him and then snapped back at you,"
"Oh yeah that guy!" Her voice turned to a shrill. "You know it turns out that he owns a big clothing company,"
"What?" I gasped, not much surprised that we don't know that person, but I still remember that moment because it had me rolling with laughter.
"Yeah, and I actually applied to his company."
"Oh! And did he saw you?"
"No, but I saw him and the people were actually calling him sir. That was the moment I realized that maybe insulting him a few years ago was part of the reason why I wasn't hired." She spat, and I immediately thought she's probably right.
"Bitch, Karma bit you in the ass." I laughed at her. I personally don't believe in Karma or whatever concept it has, and even if there is so much evidence of its very existence, I don't quite understand it.
Our conversation went on for hours to the point that we had to buy some fries and desserts so that people won't judge us for staying for too long with empty dishes on our table. And even if we personally know the owner of the place, we still feel obliged to buy some more food to extend our stay.
We were both in deep with catching up with each other, and while we were both exchanging some fun stories, I was secretly hoping for Valentine to show up to our table and have maybe even just a small talk with us. I feel so much like the longer we stay, the more chances that he'd show up, and that meant I would have to act surprised.
I just realized that I've been dragging the conversation so that we kill more time. Out of that secret hope, my feet had been jerking almost incessantly under the table. And I didn't want to bring Valentine's name up to Yhannie, but I'm even more surprised that she's not bringing his name up to me either. There's like this unspoken rule tonight that we shouldn't talk about him, not even bring back the past that involved his very existence. I'm not sure if Yhannie noticed it, but I kept on looking towards the door that leads to what I believe to be Valentine's office, secretly hoping for Valentine to open the door and strut his way to me.
"Excuse me," Yhannie finally called out for the nearest waiter, momentarily breaking away from our conversation. "Uhm, can I have the bill please?" She inquired as the waiter nodded with that trained fraudulent polite smile.
"We are leaving already?" I almost shouted.
"Yeah. I forgot I need to pick up something at the mall." Yhannie replied, and even though I'm fully aware that she has no idea of how I'm feeling right now, I still gazed at her as if I'm begging for us to stay just a little longer. And I'm hoping that the telepathy would do the talking for me.
"Oh, okay!" I conceded defeat. I wanted to protest and tell her that we need to stay even for a little bit longer, but I suddenly forgot how to say it.
"And we are still going to party, remember?" She reminded making it sound like I forgot about that and guilty as charged. I did forget about it for a second.
"Yeah, I missed partying with you." After a short moment of unwanted silence, I just had to agree.
The waiter was so quick, like a lightning bolt, that I didn't even realize Yhannie had already handed the payment and left him a generous amount of tip. I thought we would pay for what we ate ourselves, but I guess I also forgot that Yhannie is rich.
We were about to leave the place, but I'm still hoping for a damn plot twist. I still wish that Valentine will show up just like in the movies where the guy shows up just as the girl was about to leave, but of course, this isn't a movie.
We went straight to the mall and picked up Yhannie's stuff, and after that, we drove to the nearest bar just as planned. Our initial plan was to get tipsy before heading to the club, and so by the grace of the holy water, here we are, about to drink our first shot of tequila after being disconnected for several years.
"Cheers!" I began as we both raised our glass. We just got here, and we are already getting into it. I guess we don't have any time to spare.
"To rekindling our friendship!!!" She replied and thus, the commencement of the healing of our once hurt friendship.
"To rekindling our friendship!!!"
We gulped the tequila with our arms crossed as a simple sign that we are officially lighting up our friendship's candles that were once shut off. It feels good to have your best friend back, and I've never felt this incredible feeling before in a very long time. Taking your best friend back is like breathing fresh air, and what more can be taking your lover back can bring?
"Oh shit! That was something," Yhannie spat, making her usual bitter face whenever drinking tequila. "I've got a feeling that we're getting fucked up real good tonight."
"Oh we are really getting fucked up tonight," I nodded in agreement giving her a smirk that she already understands and probably misses.
"Another shot?" She asked, and I don't even need to say yes.
The bartender poured another shot of tequila into our glasses.
"Cheers!"
"To getting totally fucked up tonight!" I uttered, and just as expected, after having six shots, we are already getting drunk.
Yhannie was already starting to give me that horrible drunk laugh. I admit I missed every single sound of it. She's now telling me some funny things that have happened to her, and I instantly became jealous of her. She had a fascinating life after I was gone while my life wasn't that exciting, except for some of the pleasures I've got from hookups.
Having been drinking for years now, it's totally normal that I've developed a little bit of alcohol tolerance, but tonight my system seemed to lower its guard down for this extra special reunion. I'm guessing it's probably because I feel good to have my best friend back that I don't need to raise my guard.
After four more shots, I'm starting to feel hot and dizzy. It's a clear sign that alcohol finally kicked in. Yhannie finally nudged me, and we both know it's time to get to the club and party. Thirty minutes later, we found ourselves inside this familiar club. After passing the security check, a waiter ushered us to our VIP spot, perfectly overlooking the dance floor. Another waiter came by and gave us a pitcher of their very own complimentary cocktail at our table. Being a party person, I already know better, and these types of cocktail are just eighty percent water, ten percent grenadine, and not much alcohol. We had a glass of the cocktail before finally agreeing to wreak havoc on the dance floor.
Yhannie held my hand as we both surfed through the crowd until we reach the heart of the dance floor. We started dancing to the beat as the DJ kept on shouting something that I don't understand, or maybe I was just too drunk to comprehend what he's saying. We continued showing our dancing skills until someone, a guy, started to grinding behind me. I just let the guy do whatever he wants, and I continued grooving with Yhannie. Yhannie was evidently enjoying herself. She's even twerking on me, which is pretty normal until I noticed that the guy behind me was getting too touchy. Too much. He started reaching for my crutch and sniffing my neck, and I just can't let some random stranger do that to me. If it were back in Singapore, I would've turned around and kissed the guy, but I came here to party with my best friend. I didn't come here for a damn hookup, plus I'm trying to stop stooping so low now. I've already reached the basement of rock bottom, and it's time to climb back up.
I pulled Yhannie, and we went a bit far to get away from the guy. I didn't even bother to turn around to see him. We went to the edge of the dance floor and continued dancing until someone grabbed my hands and pulled me. It was so sudden that I didn't have the chance to struggle.
"Hey, let me go!" I protested, but the guy continued pulling me until we were somewhere semi-private.
"You've been ghosting me for weeks now," The guy said, and I instantly thought this guy knew me. He pushed me against the wall, and once I had a clear sight of his face, I quickly recognized him. It was Lyndon. It was damn Lyndon.
I've been trying to avoid him for the past week. I've been ignoring his messages and stuff, and out of all the party places, he'll show up here. I thought he's busy stripping or something.
"I, ... I was just busy." I lied. It was a pretty basic lie that everybody uses.
"I know for a fact that you're not busy." Lyndon quickly replied.
"How'd you say so?" I asked, trying to be confident with what I've said.
"Well my mom..."
"Right, right." I didn't even let him finish what he's about to say. Of course, it was his mom, Lissa. That old lady was just too friendly that she probably got my mom open her mouth about me. "What are you doing here? I thought you were busy..." I continued but stopped talking when I was out of a respectful word.
"Stripping?" He spat. I was trying to find the right word, careful not to offend his ass, but there it is. He said it.
"Yes, stripping. I thought you were busy stripping."
"It's my day off,"
"Oh it's your day off. Right, right." What a coincidence. This night should be just about Yhannie and me reconnecting. Well, I kind of wished Valentine is with us, but this night is so much better without this guy's surprising appearance. He's like trying to squeeze in and have a cameo role.
"I've missed you." He uttered, and in a blink of an eye, he was already kissing me.