the request of the girls made his eyebrows furrowed a little in thought. it’s quite ironic when one lives life so easily, but they’d get stuck upon this kind of request because really — how well does one knows themselves? it varies between people, and to victor it’s no different. he had absolutely no clue on what to say. but then again, people don’t really tell their personal information for two main reasons. one being them not knowing themselves, or two — they’re HIDING themselves.
“well, first and foremost, i’m victor. virgo. nineteen and caffeine addict. what else do you want to know? i’m not THAT interesting.” yeah, he’s probably the second option.
“oh fucking PLEASE.” the younger scoffed 70% to the other male, 30% to his front bangs that seems to be a little too long for his taste. that shit fucking irritates when his hair stabs his eyes. “your jokes are lame as fuck, i wouldn’t even hire you to my daughter’s party!” maybe not. that was a little exaggerated. being a 19 year old and got a girl pregnant would not be the ideal cause of his downfall. victor is smart enough to distinguished his personal life and his family’s. a goody-two-shoe like him wouldn’t want to disappoint them, now would they.
the male lifted his head up with a frown plastered enormously on his forehead. his beanie swaying a little loosely that he had to lift his hands up to adjust it more. victor snorted at this very question, pride filling his chest as he heaves a breath in, lips parting out in a gentle whisper. “how good is my idea, you asked?” he ended abruptly, as his tone started to increase with every seconds of his next sentence. “do you mean, how GENIUS is my idea? probably to the scale of THOUSANDS of nachos combined.”
“You don’t understand,” she huffed, eyes darting over to the male who made the highly unnecessary comment. “I had a really long day and the ice cream I just dropped was the only bright thing about it. Not to mention I just ruined my shirt and it looked like a bird with diarrhea crapped on it,” struggling to pull a napkin out of her purse with the clean hand, she briefly wiped at the smudge on her shirt, her expression even more pained. “I’ll get over it tomorrow. Haven’t you ever had a bad day?”
dim rays of the sunshine that seeps through the leafs of numerous trees reflects against the female’s face was one thing that caught his attention, but the attitude that she was having after clumsily dropped her chocolate ice cream onto her shirt reminds him of babies who cries at situations that doesn’t go their way. a remark on his part was merely suppose to be inaudible, yet he found himself standing on the same spot as she called him out. anger radiating off her; but he knew that she’d turn back to her sense soon. “what’s done is done.” he simply replied, turning himself around to face the girl. “the past’s in the past, get over it now would be the best, or your day will be even more ruined.”
tamara let her arms fold above her chest as she watched his gestures one by one. the amount of silence in between his sentences didn’t bother her, it was noticeable that he simply needed time to think. she did too, she always did. and having a senseless response casted at her head wouldn’t be appreciated at all. eyebrows were raised at the final reply and her hands soon found their way back at her sides, brushing against them before resting still. ❝someone’s very popular then, hm?❞ if this was another one of those guys who were incredibly full of themselves, tamara would deserve a price for meeting so many in such little time. she rolled her eyes a little and pulled on the chair opposite his table, only to sit down and cross one leg over the other. ❝i don’t believe in luck. not anymore. but thanks for the offer. i’ll rather go gain money with hard work. that’s when i know that i deserve it.❞
victor sat completely still with his hands positioned against his lap, eyes pierced to every single movement that the older had made. a small smile graced his lips at her response. as much as he loves compliments, but victor could detected sarcasm in that very word. how could he not realised when he abuses sarcasm himself? “hah, no. not from popularity. more like, family portraits and stuff.” the male looked down at his watch currently indicating that it’s just 10 minutes before four, plenty of time to linger around before going home — and the female at the front was one of the reason enough to glued his ass to this chair without any objection. you see, her answers is enough to perk his interest — quite a rare thing to do, really. “i’d applause for you if i COULD, but we’re in public, and that would gain unnecessary attention, no? anyways, you seemed to be in a positive mindset, i like that a lot. negative people aren’t that FUN these days.”
Halla was too focused on the new mobile app she downloaded to really process what the male had said. With a quick glance up at him, she raised her brows. “Wait, what? Literally or figuratively?” She then looked back at her phone, chewing on her lip in concentration. “Should I be scared?”
“what do you think?” he replied back, heads tilting up to look at the crimson sky above. it was getting a little dark, letting it’s upcoming wrath forbidden for the citizen to be seen. “i’m saying this literally, and i’m saying this because we should head home or something. probably gonna be the strongest one yet, the street’s probably gonna be flooded by tomorrow.”
Auden’s not much for the club environment, but since he didn’t really drink he was automatically assigned as designated driver. The boy looked like he should be spending his night at a cram school.
“few connections, there and that.”
victor shrugged his shoulders, the smell of his cologne lingering around the air, but he knew that it would probably demolished instead into the smell of alcohol and women’s perfume by the end of the night. it’s normal for a businessman to enter a nightclub after a long day of work, what’s the big difference between that and a university student? “why, what do you expect from the good ol’ me? kinda surprising isn’t it, no?”
“well, police.” he stole a glance at the other male, smirk forming within his lips. “have you ever heard of this quote ‘CURIOSITY KILLS THE CAT’?” victor was quick on his feet, his lean figure standing up straight from the park bench that he had been sitting on for several hours now. (people watching isn’t a crime, it’s just hobby that is a little creepy for other’s taste. predicting what others are going to do next are one of the ways to kill time off his hands, but he’ll probably go back and regret the times that he had wasted when he died anyways.) “just to warn ya, making friends with a stranger isn’t always a GOOD thing, but it might just lead to your downfall if you’re not careful enough.”
“Did that asshole just cut in line up there? Jeez.” “So is it always this busy, or did I just pick a great day to come in?” “–Sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your butt.” “I like your dress/shirt/hat/etc.!” “Would it be okay if I change the channel? I wanna watch the game.” “Excuse me, did the 12:15 bus come by already?” “Could I sit here? All the other tables are full.” “Are you done with that power outlet?” “Excuse me. I think I’m lost. Could you tell me how to get to Main Street/other location?” “Do you happen to have any spare change? I need it for the bus.” “Could I borrow your cell phone? Mine just died and I need to make an urgent call.” “Tough luck, buddy.” “Sorry, I know this is awkward, but…this stall doesn’t have any toilet paper…” “Hey, are you all right? You look upset.”
