“Holy Shit....”
Basil was not always the one to curse, other than if the situation was dire. So Advik surprisingly looked at his innocent friend cursing out of the blue. They were outside the Hotel, waiting for everyone to get outside, so that they can leave for the so called awesome party. Advik preferred staying inside and came up with a thousand excuses to tell his friends, but the thought that ‘SHE’ was attending moved his legs on its own. It would be fun to see her squirm and look odd in her conservative clothes in a club. He himself was not fully dressed for a party night. With the washed out denim, a long, open-neck button-down in cotton and a square-shouldered top coat he looked like a hitman. And the bandana covering his head didn’t give any comfort to elderly people who passed
