DRINKS,CHEERS

(Drink and Cheers Relaxation Bar – 5:02 PM)

"Just like that?" Silas Cole, a man in his early thirties, muscles built like a professional boxer and hair parted in a way that gave him the typical look of a countryside musician, spoke.

"Just... like... that," Thompson answered, downing the glass of strong whiskey filled to the brim in front of him.

"Wow! That’s some crazy shit right there, bro," Silas replied, adjusting in his seat.

The silence between the two friends grew wider, but the ambience of the drink house suppressed the tension it created.

The night was young, but the bar was brimming with presence. There were lots of customers, mostly in pairs, behind high cushions built to hide whatever fun was going on at one table from the next.

There were blue lights, soft on the skin and calm on the eyes—perfect for the luxurious vibe the bar stood for. There was slow music as the waiters served drinks around tables as requested.

D&C didn’t just serve as a bar; it served fine aura—the type that can only be met when money goes head-on with comfort.

It was the type of place where the longer you stayed, the heavier your bill became. Definitely a place exclusively for the big names of the city—the VIPs of Mayfair.

Silas Cole wouldn’t have been able to afford a table for that long even if he gave up everything he owned.

All thanks to his best buddy, Thompson White, born into wealth and generous with the spendings, he was able to sit at a table comfortably through the evening while his mere presence topped the bill rapidly.

"Take it easy on yourself, man," Silas growled silently, picking his glass off the table and taking a mouthful of the expensive alcohol as he observed Thompson from the corner of the glass.

"I'm okay," Thompson laughed.

"Just really worried. I should be, right?" he continued, his expression changing quickly into a frown.

"How am I even supposed to handle this? She's been all weird. More like crazy," Thompson complained, slapping his palm hard on the face of the table.

Silas didn’t respond this time.

Sitting back comfortably on his seat, he continued to stare at Thompson like he was a kid throwing a meaningless tantrum, but his furrowed brows and cold look gave away the fact that he was lost in his own thoughts.

Thompson had become drunk, but he kept on drinking and continuously ranting about how confused he was at Roseline’s new attitude.

"I think she needs to see a doctor, but she wouldn’t even hear of that," Thompson scoffed, rubbing his eyes, which were already half-closed, vigorously.

"She even said she was at the house yesterday," Thompson burst into a fit of laughter, clapping his hands excitedly.

His voice rang through the space. It embarrassed Silas, but something else bothered him more.

"But I picked her up from her hotel room this morning. Do you understand?" Thompson continued, his expression tightening back to a serious look.

Silas shifted on his seat like it had suddenly become uncomfortable. Rubbing his palms together, he sighed heavily.

Then, grabbing his phone off the table, he clicked it open. After typing a short message, he hit the send button. Returning the phone to the top of the table and turning to face Thompson, his expression dissolved into a smile.

"Don’t worry. I will help you, my friend," he grinned at him.

Completely out of touch with what was happening around him now, Thompson just continued to bicker, but his words had become inaudible. His head swayed from side to side, the effect of the alcohol strong and unyielding.

A few minutes later, a shrill voice called out toward the table of the two friends, "Hello, handsome."

"Hey. Hi," Silas muffled a reply, looking up at the woman fast approaching their table.

Dressed in a tight, black leather mini skirt and a corset top that did everything to support the puffed flesh of her pumped breasts, ankle heels, and her red hair packed up in a very messy bun, Berry walked majestically to the table.

"Nice to meet you, handsome," she flashed Silas a quick smile, then, with both hands, she turned Thompson’s face toward her.

"Oh, I said it! It was him. Sorry, but I have to take him from here," Berry cackled happily, shaking Thompson, who was passed out on the table, violently in a bid to wake him up.

"Oh, poor sweetheart," Berry moaned, patting Thompson’s head affectionately.

"Just how much did you drink?" she winked, smiling widely.

"Okay, I think I might have to help you upstairs myself," Berry continued, her voice laced with more thrill and excitement than concern for a man who had passed out from heavy drinking.

Just as she bent to pull Thompson’s hand over her shoulder, Silas spoke.

"Who are you and where do you think you’re taking him to?" he asked in a hoarse voice, standing from his seat to face the redhead.

"Ooops!" Berry snickered.

"You’re handsome. And... I’ve never told anyone this," she continued, moving forward to close the gap between them until their faces were almost touching.

Silas didn’t flinch.

"You’ve never told anyone that they are handsome?"

"Nope! Don’t think so high of yourself," Berry replied, smiling widely into his face.

Silas scoffed, pulling his face down, but raising it almost immediately to look at Berry.

"I like them better when they’re drunk out of their senses," Berry finished, a sly smile drawn across her face.

Silas went speechless as he watched the redhead drag up Thompson from the table and head towards an inner part of the bar.

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(A Room in Drinks and Cheers Relaxation Bar – 9:07 PM)

"What have you been eating, big boy? Owww! So heavy!" Berry cried as she pushed Thompson onto the bed.

"My arms hurt," she continued, breathing heavily and stretching out.

"So much for a good sex tonight. I can handle," she grinned, pulling off her shoes and proceeding to climb over Thompson, who was still down under the influence of the alcohol.

As she started to unbutton his shirt, she buried his mouth in hers and sucked it up like it was all she needed.

Just then, Thompson shifted, pulling up his leg from the bed with his knee pointing upward.

"It’s me, darling. Let’s forget about whatever it is bothering your mind," Berry spoke, her hands working their way down his trousers.

Thompson’s phone began to ring, causing him to suddenly jump from the bed. Berry almost fell off because of the sudden burst of energy.

"Goddamn, Thompson! You almost had my skull on the floor," she yelled, climbing off the bed to face him.

"Oh God!" Thompson muttered under his breath, grabbing his head with his hand and shutting his eyes tight. His head was heavy and his eyes heavier. He was hungover so bad.

The ringing from his phone had stopped, but after a minute, it resumed.

Retrieving his phone from his trouser pocket, Thompson stared as hard as he could at the screen, squinting his eyes. It was his father calling. He immediately clicked on the receiver and pressed the phone against his ear.

He listened for a few seconds. Then, "Of course, Dad," he replied simply before the line went off.

"Hello, Thompson! I’m right here," Berry said sarcastically, dramatically waving her hand to his face.

"Uuhm!" Thompson cleared his throat.

"You’re here? What the hell happened?" Thompson said, confusion in his voice.

"Well," Berry smiled, moving closer to him, but as she meant to put her hands on him, he pushed them away.

"I promise you, I would be damned if I stay here a second longer," Thompson snapped, climbing off the bed and dashing out through the door, not sparing Berry another glance.