Who would fucking need a massage from a drunk personal masseuse at this point of time? “Asteon, I need to go.” Paglabas ko ng comfort room ay nadatnan ko ang lalaki kung saan ko siya iniwan. He looked at me with a creased forehead but he didn't ask me any question which I was glad. “I'll drive you—” “No need,” pagputol ko sa sasabihin niya. “I am not that drunk.” Bigla yatang nawala ang pagkalasing ko dahil sa tawag ni Ruan. “But, it's safer if I'll drive you home, Ate.” I bit my lower lip. “A friend will pick me up, Asteon. Huwag ka na mag-aalala. Besides, you still want to stay here, right?” Alam ko naman na hindi niya gugustuhing umuwi hangga't hindi siya lasing kaya gumawa na lamang ako ng isang alibi. “Are you sure?” Tumango ako. “There's a hotel near this bar. Huwag ka na mag-drive kung lasing ka na para lang umuwi. Just check in.” Tumango ang kapatid ko. “I might call my friends. I'll be fine. Take care, Ate. See you again.” Kumaway ako sa kaniya bago tuluyang lumaba
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