ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ : ʙᴀʀ

                                    

                                          
Pete came 3 hours late to Hum Bar, he showered first, rested for a bit at the hotel and purposely of course to avoid a certain someone. He wore a tight fitting black sleeveless and a white cropped sweater, paired with black pants and leather boots. 
Time and Khun dragged him to the couch right away and poured a glass of wine. He wore something comfortable but still something sexy so Porsche wouldn't tease him. 
"You didn't bring your books tonight, good for you." Time jokes which Pete awkwardly remembered. it was Khun's birthday party and he had a test so he did both when they were in college. 
"Pete, I'm happy you came back! But if you ever bring those books again and come here wearing uniform, I swear to God I would disown you." 
Pete apologizes and glances at the people at the bar with his heart pounding. 
"Relax, Kinn and Vegas left an hour ago." 
"I wasn't looking for him.", Pete takes a sip and flicks Time's forehead. 
"That was what he told me too~ Seriously Pete, what happened was two years ago and still he's still waiting for you to come back." 
"Time, don't start. I'll never forgive him for kissing someone when we we're already engage and that's final." 
Time pats Pete in the back and hugs him. 
He knows how it feels to be cheated on but he chooses to forgive Tay time and time again when he doesn't deserve it. 
For them, Vegas deserves a chance because what happened between Tawan was a misunderstanding. 
Pete just didn't know or listened and hurriedly left to America to continue his studies. He arrived here today to soft launch their joint bussiness and new branch location. 
Time laughed and pointed to Porsche who's kissing a stranger for the nth time while he wobbly walks to their direction.
"Someone's going to get laid tonight!", Porsche winks at them, in his hand, a half filled Tequila remains and he dranked it in one go. 
" Oh God Porsche, you're drunk again? We have a branch opening tomorrow! Khun, little help please?", Pete brought Porsche to the couch and took the bottle away. 
He's the youngest in their group but he's in charge of taking care of three drunk bastards. 
"I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk... hehe." Porsche squeezes Pete's cheek and drank another shot. 
"You're kidneys definitely, hate you. Pete, I'll go to the dance floor, let Khun take care of him, trust me he'll be sober in 10 minutes. Let's have fun!" 
"You go ahead, I'll call Chay." 
The club's light is hurting he's eyes and it's too loud to hear so he went to the back and dialed Chay's number. 
"P'Pete? When did you arrive?! P'Kim, Macau! P'Pete's back! Is Hia drinking again?", Chay excitedly asks in the background. 
"Yes, I'll take him home." 
Chay sighs at the end of the line. 
"It's alright P', me, Macau, and P'Kim just finished studying. P'Kim just had a call from Khun Noo, we'll pick them up ourselves. I'm really sorry for bothering you. I can't wait to see you tomorrow!" 
"It's okay Chay, Porsche would do the same for me. See you tomorrow." 
He turns off his phone and dances for a bit with Time. 
"Did you taste the western cuisine? You've gotten cuter since we saw you.", Yok teases Pete and kisses his cheek. 
" P'Yok, the bar has gotten bigger, you even have a live band, that's so cool", he changes the subject. 
"Well, enjoy! I have to entertain other guest." 
He walks to the counter and orders a margarita, beside him is a tall American foreigner who then wraps his arm around Pete. 
"Well, hello! What a pretty little thing. Thailand has many fuckable locals!", he laughs loudly while his other companions mimics the Thai language. 
"And you're being disrespectful. I understand and respect your ethnicity and language and I kindly ask you to do the same.", Pete brushes the arm of the stranger and walks away when someone grips his wrist forcefully. 
"He's feisty alright. I'm just complementing you-" 
Without a word ,a strong punch landed to the strangers face causing people to gather around at the chaos. 
"News flash bastard, your complement isn't needed. Stay the fuck away from him." 
Pete apologetically smiles to Yok who nods calling the guards and took the foreigner, meanwhile he's headed to the entrance with his dreaded ex still holding his hand. 
From a distance he saw Kinn and Kim's car driving away. 
He was thankful that they already went home before they could see the mess. 
"Are you okay?", Vegas worriedly checks Pete for bruises of any sort. 
"I am. I don't need your help." 
Pete retrieves his hands from Vegas and dials a cab. 
He's feeling tipsy now but he wouldn't want to spend another second with Vegas. 
Not now. 
"Pete, I need to talk to you.", Vegas frustratedly pleads Pete, eyes brimming with tears. 
"No. Vegas. I don't listen to you anymore, you're not my fiancée. We're now strangers, remember that." 
The cab arrived and he went inside, in the side view mirror, the man behind sat at the steps of the bar with his eyes staring at the cab's direction. 
Pete let out a muffled cry and stared at the familliar face on his ringing phone. 
He presses the red button and turns it off. 
He meant what he said to Vegas. 
They're nothing now.