And It Started Like This

Was Good

Happy Valentine's Day loves.

And hello to the newest member of our little group higurashi75

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Once back on track, Mew looked around the throng until he discovered the person who had piqued his interest in the first place. Gulf was still with the same guy, and as the brunette watched them get hot and heavy on the dance floor, he recognized he had a little window of opportunity to catch up with Gulf before he zipped off to the back room.

"Would you mind if I cut in?" Mew asked, grabbing the stranger's shoulder with a little too much force.

The young man looked up at Mew like he was crazy after leaving the crevice in Gulf's neck. "Actually, I do mind a lot," he said.

Nevertheless, when his dance partner wanted to pick up where they'd left off, the raven-haired boy stepped in to keep things in check. He smirked at Mew as he slowly straightened up.

"Wow, Suppasit, that was quick. You thought I was that good, didn't you?"

Smirked Mew. "No, Ton pulled me here. So, I am here. Not for you" (keep that attitude Mew and you won't get any, lol)

With his cocky grin, Gulf looked as if he hadn't been duped. "Sure."

Gulf's admirer interjected, clearly irritated by the interruption. "Hey, mate, do you mind? We were in the midst of something,"

Gulf was quickly separating them before Mew had a chance to answer. With an accusatory growl, he added, "Actually, I think I'm going to take a break. And because you don't own me, I'm going to go ahead and assume that's acceptable."

In defense, the third wheel shook his head and raised his hands. He was gone in a matter of seconds.

"So, how about a drink?" the singer asked Mew as he turned to him.

"Kanawut, what are you talking about?"

"Come on, Suppasit, we're both aware of what you were about to do."

He couldn't argue with it, so he went with Gulf to the bar instead.

"Please two Micheladas, Aoh" Mew remarked as he added a substantial gratuity to the down payment.

The bartender cheerfully replied, "Sure thing."

Gulf said, "Michelada, that's a good pick."

As the bartender set his glass down, Mew grabbed it and took his first sip. As a result of the fact that the "I know"

He made an effort not to look at Gulf. He even made it a point to look at the other guys. The game of cockiness could be played by two people.

"As a result," Gulf remarked as he sat down on a stool. "Suppasit, what exactly do you do? I'm guessing one of your father's pawns?"

Smirked Mew. "No, Kanawut, your assumptions are erroneous."

Gulf made a hopeful gesture. "Are you willing to go into further detail?

Mew stared him in the eye as he said this. He wasn't sure if he was ready to talk to Kanawut about this. "Let's just say I'm a law student."

Mew's evasiveness was not questioned by the brunet. "I'm not sure if I should be impressed or bored by Law.

The insulted Mew repeated, "Bored?"

"Well, guys with fancy careers tend to be a little smug, but now I'm expecting a lot more from you, because you've set the bar high."

Despite his best attempts, Mew gave him a disbelieving glance that morphed into a delighted grin. "Are you a touch cocky? You're a talker, you high-maintenance crap."

Gulf shook her head in disbelief and shook her head "I'm tired of having to put up with people's nonsense, so I filter it out to save time."

Mew hummed, "Hmm... Well, I guess I can't blame you for that." He glanced around and saw Ton chatting with a couple of blondes in a bottle. With the sheer amount of make-up that covered their equally poor faces, and the evident race to see who might get jailed for indecent exposure earliest, Mew shivered. Perhaps the women were more interested in blowing a cop in the back of his patrol cruiser than they were in Ton. Mew couldn't control his angry groan as their flirting giggling was unpleasant. He thought to himself, "How utterly deplorable."

Gulf smirked. "Isn't it a touch revolting?"

Mew scoffed, "That's the understatement of the year." In a final big slurp, he completed his beer. "Straight bars are something I despise,"

"Have you seen The Dragons?"

"I've only been to the men's club in Bangkok once or twice," Mew said. It's a place where "I've had some fairly memorable evenings, or at least evenings that started there."

"Then let's go."

Gulf was the subject of Mew's attention. "What?"

"We should go. It's only a five-minute walk away, the bartender always gives me free drinks, and the dance music isn't like this bollocks, and there are go-go boys," he added with a grin.

Mew made a gentle gesture to the door with a smile on his face. "Then, lead the way," he said. "I'll meet you at the door, simply to let Ton know that I'm ditching him. Not like he'll miss me."

Gulf jokingly said, "He should come. We might be able to turn him around."

Mew chuckled. "It's impossible. He's straighter than a number two pencil," he said with a chuckle as he walked towards his friend.

"Ladies, I'm sorry for interrupting you," he added, confident that the slags were unaware of the contempt oozing from his voice. He plastered a grin on their faces and then turned to gaze at Ton. "I'm outta here, Srinakluan."

Ton's face sank into a frown. So, I told you—should have followed the three-day rule, but don't leave, I'm sure we can find a way—"

"No, no, I'm leaving with him," Mew said as he walked away. I'm heading to the Dragons," he said.

With a nod, Ton answered, "Ah. Gotcha, the Land of Your Kind."

*** to be continued ***

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