"You came here really often, didn't you?" A voice asked, startling me. I turned my body around, seeing a smugly-smirking Mew.
"Mew, you scared me!"
"Sorry, flower. I didn't think you'd be that deep in thought."
"Whatcha doin' here anyway?"
"It's a club, what am I supposed to do here aside from drinking and dancing?" Mew said with a "duh" laugh.
"Err... You're right, no need for the sass though"
"The real question is, what are you doing here?"
"Just the usual I guess; get drunk, dance, find a good fuck if I'm lucky or I'll just go home," I said, shrugging carelessly before I drank my whiskey. Mew suddenly turn silent, watching me cautiously but his eyes were empty as if he wasn't here.
"Mew, you okay?" I asked, waving my hand in front of his face. He shook his head rapidly, looking at me with pure confusion.
"Sorry, what's it?"
"I was just asking, are you okay?"
"Oh, uh... yeah, I guess I am, why?"
"You just doze off after I answer your question"
"Oh... was just thinking, nothing big,"
"Wanna share?"
"Not really, don't you... don't you have college or something? Like I mean, you're always here almost every night,"
"Apparently, no. I didn't finish college because it just wasn't my thing, I don't have a job because I don't wanna have an office type of job so I don't bother at all."
"But you live on your own? How do you manage to survive?"
"Parents send me money every two weeks. Those are more than enough for me to survive and have my fun."
"So... are you just gonna live your life like this then? Like, for the rest of your life I mean" He raised an eyebrow, maybe shocked or finding me dumb or something. I shrugged it off, smiling as if his reaction didn't affect me at all.
"Maybe, I don't know actually. Don't really think much about the future. I mean, I used to care about it, but then I just go like whatever, just let the time decide I guess, you got what I mean?"
"But what if... what if your parents die and no one would send you money again?"
"As I said, I don't really think about that."
"But-"
"You know what, Mew? If we're going to have a deep chat like this, I prefer to be drunk and somewhere else when I'm not crowded with strangers. Just so you know."
"Right, 'm sorry," He flashed me that apologetic smile before turning his head away.
He waved his hands to the bartender, ordering two bottles of whiskey along with a bottle of tequila. I watched him with a raised eyebrow but did not bother to ask just yet. Hey paid for the beverage, swiftly grabbed my hand in his and led us outta the bar.
"Are we gonna do what I think we're doing?"
"If you're thinking about driving to practically nowhere while getting to know each other, then yes," Mew said while leading us through the barely-sober people.
"But you're driving?"
"Says who I'm gonna drink now?"
"Oh..."
He led us to a red 1971 Dodge Challenger R/T, my mouth basically watering as my stomach filled with so much excitement.
"I swear, I would pay you with everything if you fuck me in and against this car."
"Eh? We'll see I guess. C'mon, get inside! We have a long drive ahead"
"Is this actually yours?"
"Yes, why's that so unbelievable?"
"It's not that, it's just... Woah" I said in pure amazement, making him chuckle amusedly.
"Woah? Why's that?"
"When I thought you couldn't get any more perfect, you prove me wrong by using this car. It's like hotness mixed with hotness and I just... Woah..." He chuckled again at my words, shaking his head in amusement.
"Just second ego you were cold and gloomy, now you're practically beaming in excitement. You sure are something else, Gulf Kanawut."
"Eh, I'm unexpected. Get used to that if you'll be here longer than anyone"
"Won't be that hard I guess"
"Oh, but your dick surely will," I said, winking seductively at him.
"Eh? We're not talking about that now. I wanna get to know you, we've been fucking around for a month or so now and I barely know shit about you."
"Alright, alright, allow me to drink, please. I need to be drunk to open up." I flashed him a big grin while one of my palms was out in the open, ready to accept the bottle.
"Sure, go on,"
"Why don't you start? I'll listen to you while losing my mind in these liquids." I started after taking a big chug of whiskey.
"Fair enough, I think. Um, my full name is Mew Suppasit Jongcheveevat. I'm 32, an only child, born and raised in Nonthaburi, but then I move here to Bangkok to work on something. I love music, I used to play the drum but not anymore, I guess I could also sing, although just a tiny bit."
"Mew, please, I wanna get to know you, not the basic information about you."
"Alright, alright, what do you wanna know then, flower?"
"How's your family like?"
"Well... my dad is alright I guess. He's so bloody strict when it comes to certain things but aside from that, he's a cool one. As I'm an only child, I don't have any siblings so I spent most of my time with him. You could say that I'm his carbon copy."
"What about your mum?"
"She was, no, she is a sweetheart. Full of love and positivity, so caring and smart, she's a good listener." He said with a wide smile spread across his face. I know he said 'was' at first, but I don't bother pushing it.
"So... music?"
"Eh? I thought you don't want the basic information?" He let out a faint chuckle making me groaned in annoyance.
"Why do you stop drumming?"
"I... I think it's better if we don't talk about it"
"Oh, c'mon! You basically sweet-talk me with these alcohols and everything to open up about my life after this,"
"Geez, alright then, fine, I'll tell you. It was my mum. She was the only person that supports me with music, but... after she's, you know... gone, I don't... I can't play it anymore. It'll remind me of her and I just..."
"Oh..."
I rolled the window down and let my mind wander off to nowhere in particular. The soft breeze of the wind made me smile unconsciously.
"Carry on, let the good times roll. Sail on, let your path unfold. And it won't be long, won't be long, won't be long, you know it's gonna get better, you know it's gonna get better. Say a prayer, for the broken bones. Cause who cares? We're all going home. And it won't be long, won't be long, won't be long, you know it's gonna get better, you know it's gonna get better ~"
"Did you just make that song? Because I'm sure as hell have never heard of it before," Mew asked, I think taken aback, but totally astonished nevertheless.
"It just comes to me, I guess. Sorry,"
"No, no, no, you sound amazing, Gulf. Thank you anyway"
The genuineness in his voice and how he reached out to softly squeeze my thigh makes me believe that he said what he actually feels deep inside. And that, for some reason, gave me the courage to open up. I'm not even off to the drunk land yet, nowhere near it honestly, but he gave me the urge to open up, like for once, it's okay to speak up about what I'm feeling deep inside.
"Being a musician was my dream. It still is actually, but I'm too much of a coward to actually live it. I told my parents about that and they laugh at me as if I was a clown. They forced me to go to college and be a lawyer instead. At first, I obey them since I thought I owe them lots of things for raising me and such, but then I got tired of studying things that didn't even spark my interest, so I dropped out. They were upset with me, scolding me to no end that I feel my ears bleed, not literally but you know what I mean. When I came out as bi to them, they flipped shit and basically straight-out kick my ass outta the house. My brothers bought me the house so I won't be a homeless young adult, and despite being kicked out and having no contact with them anymore, my parents still send me money every two weeks, hence why I'm still breathing to this day."
"So you just gave up straight away?"
"At first, no I didn't. I sang on the streets, even at bars sometimes. But then my boyfriend at the time stole my only guitar and he left to god knows where." I said, chuckling at how pathetic that poor excuse of a human being my ex was. I heard Mew mumble something under his breath, making me stop for a sec,
"What was that?"
"Nothing, go on, continue on your story"
"Right, so uh... I'm not allowed to play at the bar anymore since I don't have any instruments and unfortunately, you can't sing there if you don't have an instrument. I keep singing at the park but because I got no instrument, people weren't paying that much attention anymore and soon I'm forgotten, like I'm not even there, to begin with as people keep passing by, ignoring my existence." I said, finishing it off by shrugging carelessly. I drank some more of the tequila, feeling relaxed as the liquid burnt my throat.
"Is that... is that the beginning of, you know... all these?"
"You can say that."
"But you do still sing, right?"
"I just sang to you minutes ago, what are you talking about?" I said, giggling freely like I have no burden in this world.
"I could get you a new guitar. That way, you can live your dream again and who knows if you'll be Thai biggest singer someday?"
"No, thanks. I'm pretty content with my life right now."
It was silence after that. I hummed tipsily to a random tune, tossing the empty bottle to the backseat before grabbing another bottle.
"You want a sip?"
"Sure," I brought the bottle to his lips, carefully watching him drink it. He pushed it seconds later, nodding his head as if saying he was alright.
"Where are we goin anyway?"
"To the north I guess, don't really know. I just drive, taking random turns and went in and out of a highway. Are you tired or something?"
"No, I'm good."
"I think I know where we are,"
"Yeah?"
"There should be a cool ass cliff not far from here, you wanna go there?"
"If that means you'll get drunk and fuck me in and against this car, then yeah, sure,"
"Alright then, what the princess wants the princess gets."
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So now you know 😌
Can't wait to drop something
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The song is "Long Way Home" by 5SOS by the way
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