My Guy

Annoyed, I was tying Tasha's hair. How, here she is, sitting down on the bathroom floor, hugging the toilet, and almost letting out everything in her internal organs.

"Fuck... it's like I can still taste my food from last night," she whispered.

My face crumbled as I rubbed her back. She vomited again after poking her own throat.

"What the hell did you even drink?" I asked, wondering. We haven't been here for two hours but here she is, vomiting immediately.

"I don't fucking know! I think that is a spiked drink!" she murmured.

As I exited the cubicle and made my way to my bag, which was in the lavatory, I noticed two other women entering the comfort room. They were almost in the same situation as us, one of them was visibly drunk as her friend helped her.

Tasha and the new girl were vomiting together. I was busy digging wet wipes out of my purse when the other girl leaned into the lavatory next to me.

"I like your lipstick. What's that?" she smirked.

I laughed, "Oh, it's Chanel's Rouge Coco, shade Mademoiselle."

"Can I have some? You know, mine has been wiped clean," she smiled.

I rummaged through my bag and immediately found the lipstick and handed it to her.

Tasha went out of the cubicle and washed her face up, I followed her. When she was done, I handed her the wipes, water that I bought earlier at the bar counter, and gum.

"The fuck! I wonder who the hell handed me that fucking mojito!" She said, irritated, before fixing herself.

The woman stopped applying lipstick and turned to face us, "Is that the mojito from the guy who's wearing a gray suit?" she asked.

Tasha turned to face her as well, appearing to have just become aware of the presence of another person in the bathroom.

“Yeah.”

The girl chuckled before calling the other girl, who was still in the cubicle.

"I think your drink was spiked. I'm glad I saw you, Alyssa! What if I didn't? Your mommy will kill me," she said.

The woman also came out of the cubicle and sat on the side, "I feel like I'm paralyzed. Damn that drink!"

"You two could've been in someone's hands. Someone's bad." The woman with red hair commented as she handed me the lipstick she borrowed.

"You shouldn't accept drinks from strangers," I added.

The four of us have fixed ourselves. It looks like the two are feeling better since, according to them, they don't feel numb anymore.

Tasha and I returned to the table we were occupying, and a guy wearing a gray suit walked in front of us.

"Is he the one?" I asked.

Tasha looked at him. She nodded.

"I hoped he choked on those ice cubes."

I stood up from my seat and followed the man, who was holding two mojito glasses. He approached a woman. I immediately recognized that it was the woman with red hair from earlier in the comfort room.

I followed and went up to them right away.

"...These are the last glasses of my special mojito," I heard the fucking guy say.

The girl smirked as her gaze turned to me.

"Really? Can I have the honor to taste this?" she seductively asked.

The man nodded like a dog before handing over the glass to her. I immediately came and sat next to the man.

"Is that so? Can I have that one?" I sarcastically asked.

The man didn't seem to notice my sarcasm; he handed the glass to me immediately and grinned like a dog. I glanced at the woman in front of me. My eyes widened when I saw that her glass was empty!

But my eyes widened even more when she stood up and moved to the man's opposite side. She sat down next to him and caressed his thigh.

She gave him a sultry smile and said, "Hmm, that's really tasty. Do you know what else is tasty?" she asked.

"What?" asked the asshole person next to us. His hands caress the woman's thigh too.

I simply threw my mojito to the side and looked back at him. I winced when I saw that they were kissing. Did she really drink the mojito? Is the effect this fast?

The woman's eyes appeared to be speaking to me as she opened them and gave me a direct stare. She turned her gaze to look at her glasses and then down to the ground, where I noticed that it was damp. She threw it!

I knew exactly what she was trying to do. She acted like the drink had an effect on her. But what for?

She gave me a raised eyebrow. I caressed the man's chest.

"How about me?" I whispered to him while slowly biting his ear.

I heard him groan. His hand went up to my chest. But before he could squeeze it, someone punched him.

The red-haired woman immediately pulled me away from the man. She was smirking as she watched the other man punch the asshole.

"Bastard! That's my girlfriend!" he shouted.

Girlfriend? Who's his girlfriend? As far as I know, I am not. So...

I turned my head to look at the woman. She called the bouncer because the two of them had been exchanging blows!

When the bouncers came, they were together with the girl we were with earlier in the bathroom. The bar manager was also here!

"That jerk spiked my drink! I think that's a drug to harass girls!"

Because of what the girl said, other girls also agreed and testified against him. Scumbag! How many women he may have been victimized today?!

Tasha rushed over to me as soon as the jerk was dragged out of the bar and smacked my shoulders.

"Bitch, what did you do?!" she shouted.

The guy who punched the man earlier approached us.

"Thanks, 'couz! That fucker has got the guts to do that shit. Alyssa's almost victimized," said the girl with red hair.

I turned my glance to the man, and my eyes widen when I realize something.

"Hey... I know you," he said.

I grinned, "Norton? The one who was bumped by your 'slightly' drunk friend," I laughed.

He chuckled as well, and I later learned that Virgo is his cousin, the girl with red hair, and their friend Alyssa, the same girl who has been fooled like Tasha. They actually planned what happened.

"It's a good thing they kick him now. I don't think he has victimized anyone yet," said Tasha.

"And I hope he doesn't have a victim already and will never have one," I remarked.

"Nah, we know the owner of this bar. I'm sure she'll sue that asshole," said Virgo.

"Thanks, hmm? I was just planning to wait in the parking lot and hit him!" Tasha said, laughing.

"Nah, no problem. Girls will help girls. By the way, we need to go. Lyssa will rest," Virgo said.

When we got back to our table, Tasha and I ordered a Cuervo.

"Morris is calling," I said.

"Text him that we're here. It will be hard if the two of us drink something that is spiked," said Tasha.

When I remembered, I suddenly pulled her hair.

"Ouch! What did I do to you?!" she exclaimed.

"Stupid! If I hadn't seen you walking like a high shit in front of me, I would have danced with that chinito guy on the dancefloor!" I shouted.

Her forehead furrowed.

I pouted my lips, "That guy earlier is really cute, for your information. I left him! I hope he'll be here later," I whispered.

Morris arrived a few hours later, still staring at us as if we had done something wrong. We didn't mention what happened earlier because he might flip all these tables.

When the alcohol kicked in, I asked Tasha to dance. We danced naughtily and laughed with each other. We held each other's waists while dancing to the loud music inside the bar.

Some guys dance with us. If I pinch Tasha or she pinches me, which means we don't like the guy.

Like right now, there was a man dancing with us. I felt Tasha and I pinch each other at the same time.

I grinned and brought my body closer to Tasha. Because we were the same height, our bodies were almost touching with each other.

I wrapped my arms around Tasha's waist. Meanwhile, she put her right arm on my shoulder and the other on my waist, caressing me.

She laughed before bringing her face closer to mine. There were only a few inches between us and our lips were about to touch. Tasha's dancing became even more seductive; the distance was just a hair's breadth and her lips were really close to mine when the man left our side.

I laughed, "Your breath stinks."

"Fuck you!" she said and pushed me away.

We giggled. We continue to dance together. After a while, I didn't realize that Tasha had slipped out of my arms and was dancing with someone else.

I just let her go. I just hope she's already learned her lesson.

I raised my hand, swayed, and slowly lowered my arm and caressed my chest to my waist. I was about to do it again when someone hugged me from behind.

"There you are..."

I turned around to face the man. I smirked when I saw the face of my chinito guy.

"Hey..." I seductively greet.

He kept staring at me while we danced. I lean in and place my hands on his chest. Since he is taller than me, the height difference between us is just right.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked.

I chuckled. This is the first time someone has asked me that, huh? Usually, people here don't care about the status as body heat is the only thing they are using.

"Hmm? Do you want to be my?" I laughed.

There is a ghost smile on his lips, but it immediately disappears, "Girlfriend?" he asked again.

I smiled, "Hmm... depends on the one asking," I laughed.

"If I am the one asking?"

"None. We're just two flirty friends who want to get away from creeps," I told him.

He bit his lip before hugging me tighter and burying his face in my neck. I could feel his hot breath.

I saw Tasha on the dancefloor. Her partner was hugging her, but she was looking at me. Her eyes widened at me.

Hmm, let me guess? She's not used to seeing me remain composed while on the dancefloor. That thought made me giggle.

"What's funny?" the guy who's clinging onto me asked.

"Nothing."

He pulled his face away from my neck and then his gaze lowered to my lips before returning to my eyes.

"Do you want to kiss me?" I smiled.

He swallowed, not saying a word.

"Just ask, I'll say yes," I said as I puckered my lips.

He wet his lips before kissing me.

We stopped dancing. He held my jaw and my back. He kissed me lips to lips. I cling to his shirt as the dance floor feels crowded to me.

He's still kissing me, but this time with his tongue tasting every corner of my mouth. I did the same, returning the favor he was doing. I heard his silent moan. He even bit my lip.

I kept kissing him despite feeling like he was moving his face away from me, but I didn't let him; in fact, I even leaned forward. Even though I am aware that he is short of breath, I still want to kiss him and watch him breathe heavily because of my kisses.

He put both of his hands on my face and pulled me away firmly. I can see the reddening of his cheeks, the tenderness of his eyes, and his lips are turning even redder, they are also swollen.

I smiled sheepishly. I was about to reach him again but he stopped me.

"Damn, I love that," he whispered in my ears.

All I know is that we were just on the dance floor earlier, but right now, we both almost fell on the ground because of the kiss as we were on our way to his car.

"Fuck." I heard him curse.

I kissed him again. I heard the car door open. He was about to take me in when I stopped.

"Wait..."

"Why?" he asked with heavy breathing.

"I need to go to the bathroom."

His brow rose in curiosity, "Randomly?"

"I'm about to pee but it halted because you pulled me here!" I said and laughed.

He chuckled. Oh my God, his laugh sounds so good. Although my vision was fuzzy and it was dark here in the parking lot, I continued to stare at him and study the other features of his face.

"What? You want me to go with you? Maybe we'll end up doing something else—"

He didn't finish what he was saying when someone grabbed me from his arms.

"Bitch! He's been looking for you!" Tasha shouted at me while looking at the man with me.

"Get ready to face Morris," she whispered before dragging me away from this chinito guy's car.

I turned to face my guy and noticed that he was smiling a little at me. I smiled back at him and even waved and gave him a flying kiss.

Tasha lowered my hand and kept murmuring incoherent words.