DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight Imma fight `til we see the sunlight
Tic Tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no
Permanent Jetlag is the best bar you'd ever find in the heart of Luci City. This is where my girlfriends and I love to hang out every Friday night after our toxic work as interior designers in the oh-so-prestigious McLean Designs. Whether there's an occasion or none, we still go here to unwind and dance the night away.
I just don't know if tonight calls for a celebration. But whatever. We're here and all we have to do is drink, dance and enjoy. ;)
Nice one Madz! Jenny, my friend-slash-officemate shouted through the hoards of people when she saw me dancing with some random guy.
You look cute. The dancing guy named Ricky told me.
Yeah thanks. I hope you too. I added inside my head.
Can I have your number then? He said, still dancing as eeky as ever.
The moment he walked up and danced next to me, I knew right there and then that I should leave. He's just too...ugh. Full of himself.
As much as I'd love to, I can't. My boyfriend's right there. I pointed to a guy in an elegant suit sitting all by himself at the bar counter.
He'll get furious as hell. I showed him a fake scared face. Lol.
Uh well, I somehow thought you're free for the night. He smiled dreamily at me. Eww. Perv. Guess I've to find someone else. He said then sashayed off.
Yeah right loser, get out of my face.
I left the dancefloor then headed to where my friends are.
That's one fugly guy, Madz! Krish, my other officemate said.
IKR? Kaya nga tinaboy ko kagad bago pa pumorma.
He looked determined to have you kanina ah. Good thing you managed to get rid of him.
`Course Max, I'm great. I said, drinking from my glass of margarita. I just told him I have a boyfriend who has a bad temper for `unpleasant` views then poof! He's gone. The girls chuckled then changed the topic to something more interesting.
The drinks kept flowing while the talks became shorter, til it all turned to laughters and giggles and blurted out expressions from almost-passing-out pretty ladies.
I've had five glasses of screwdriver, three glasses of zombie, four shots of martini and two shots of tequila. My head's starting to wobble as my vision's becoming blurry. I looked at my friends with my eyes half-closed and saw them all leaning their heads on the couch, massaging their foreheads.
Permanent Jetlag never fails! The headache you'll get drinking here's much much worst than those you'll get when you ride in a plane. Worst in a very very good way of course. Jenny said, her words slurred. Idk if she's talking to anyone of us, or just merely to herself. I was about to tell her to STFU when I felt something building up in my stomach, making its way to my throat and. . .
Oh wait. Not here. I muttered then rushed to the restroom with a hand on my mouth.
Hey watch where you're going! A guy's angry voice issued when I bumped into him on my way to the CR. I ignored him then continued my half-running state.
Aren't you going to say sorry or anything?! He grabbed my arm, making my hand which was covering my mouth to fall.
I looked up to him then, idk if it's just that I'm tipsy and all that, or. . .
You look like my stupid boss. I hissed then glared at him.
Try harder. He smirked. Can't you just say sorry instead of mistaking me for someone else you little piece of crap?! He snapped, his eyebrows forming a straight line.
Hey I'm not crap okay? You stupid moron! You just convinced me that you really resemble him with what you said. Not only for the face value but the rotten attitude as well! I spat, meaning each and every word.
Now take your hand off of me or else, something really really bad will happen to you. I swear! I muscled my way to get away from his grip, but he just clutched my arm tighter.
My head started to wobble again as my stomach made that rumbling thing inside me, for the second time around this night. I could feel the earth trembling beneath me when the rumbling reached my throat.
What?! Is there an earthquake or something?!
I swear you wouldn't like if I. . .
If you what?!
I. Throw. Up. In. Front. Of. The. Stupid. Annoying. Guy.
Aaaah! ARMANI yang sinukahan mo!!
The next thing I knew, I passed out.
