BLAKE seemed to hear what he said but did not respond. His head is now knocked to the bar counter. He sat down at the bar stool again. "Two s*x on the beach, please," Tyrone said to the bartender.
Their orders soon arrived. He gave a shot glass to Blake. He quickly drank it. The heat was drowning in his throat. On the other hand, Tyrone feels the same way too. f**k love. That's why he didn't want to be in love. People became foolish because of stupid love.
"Aren't you going to drink that? I'll drink that. Just say so,"
Blake raises his gaze. His sleepy eyes were swollen now. He also drinks the shot glass in one-shot. Soon, two women came to them. They're beautiful and sexy. Liberated in another words.
A woman rubbed his neck against her chest. Tyrone can't help but to grin. Meanwhile,
