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Chapter 2: Old bar

David texted me: “Do you want to come to the bar to play with me? "I'm so bored at home" I asked again with a suspicious tone. Who did you leave the shop to? It's very empty on Saturday night. There's no reason why I close so early. Is it true that the cafe is only crowded during the day? Customers' day: Mostly office workers nearby. It's almost 10pm now, so it's closed. For a guy like me who doesn't have a girlfriend, staying at home on a Saturday night would be really boring. This invitation seems attractive. I'm so excited. Is there anyone to come with? He texted back immediately with a rather lewd smiley face emoji: "No two guys. Go up there and get ready quickly. I'll come pick you up." “Ok come over now I'll get ready quickly Okay” I texted back. Wearing a shirt with extremely colorful patterns, jeans and white sneakers, I wore a watch in my hand and put some wax on my hair to make it a little more neat and tidy. ginger I think this outfit is okay in its simplicity while still maintaining my personality. After completing the makeup process, I walked to the alley and waited for David to come pick me up. Today is a moonless, starless night with a dark sky. Only the dark street lights were so gloomy. The two of us walked into a familiar bar, ordered a set of beers and began to relax to the rhythm of the music. Looking around, the bar was quite crowded today because it was the weekend, David. There are acquaintances on this board, so just call ahead to make friends. Otherwise, I can only stand outside and wait. It's true that society is the closest. Nhi is used to going everywhere. There are people who know her. I don't. I know a lot every day and just focus on work and my own wandering thoughts, rarely forming deep relationships with strangers. I like to be crazy and like to live according to my true instincts. But my social and work personality is so strong. I always wear a serious face and act kind and gentle. Only David knows what I'm like, so he often drags me up here. Let me be free and let loose a little, he often told me that when I'm young, I don't want to play. If I'm old and spoiled, I don't have a lover right now, so I should just play. Later, when my wife and kids are here, I can't play. At that time, even if I wanted to, I would still accept it.

I just came here to drink and dance to the blaring music to see the sexy bodies of the dancers. As for David, "Hey look at you at two o'clock" David nudged the dog in the ribs and scream in my ear. In here, people communicate like that. If you don't scream into each other's arms, you won't be able to hear it because the music is too loud and everyone is full of alcohol. I looked in the direction it was pointing. There are two girls, although their faces cannot be seen clearly, their bodies are still very sexy. One girl is wearing a black off-the-shoulder dress, her hands are holding a glass of wine and drinking passionately, and the other girl is wearing a rather thin tank top. The shirt was hugging her round, round breasts. That image was indeed very attractive, especially from the girl-hungry guy next to me. He leaned into my ear and screamed. "Invite them to drink. If they don't want me to drink, I'll try to hold them back." The last bit of fake kindness that was left was to say, If you like, go alone, I don't want it. Experienced Monkey Dad was still shy after insulting me in an impatient way, David walked towards the table where the two girls were, leaving me alone. In just a moment from behind, I saw him happily laughing and talking with the girl in the tank top. This is not new to me because this guy is naturally good with words and has always appeared to be a generous person more than once. He always succeeds, but I rarely see him being rejected. I put the beer bottle in my mouth and take a long sip. Sometimes I want to be able to easily talk to girls like him, but for some reason, I always have it in my heart. Something stops the conversation from quickly reaching a dead end. It's true that there's no one to eat but a moment later it comes back with a grin on its lips full of meanness. I have something to do. You should handle it yourself first. I'll pay it back. This pot I crave I burst out laughing Oh men again because the girl left you again? Then why should I come back later? He chuckled and "liked" towards the two girls and said. Thanks to me, I'll give you a chance when I take you home. You don't often talk and then turn around and walk away in a hurried tone. The monkey is good at just saying that. It's strange why girls these days are so easy-going, so they start a conversation. It's only been a few dozen minutes but... this time I don't know who is the green bean. I feel so bad for my friend. What about me? I suddenly wondered. I don't know who is more pitiful between me and him. After David disappeared from the shop with the girl in the tank top, I boldly finished my beer and walked towards the girl in the black dress. Hello, can I buy you a drink? But she raised her head and gently stroked her hair back with her hand to look at me more clearly, I don't know if it was because of the light in the shop or what, but I found her very familiar as if I had seen her somewhere before. The girl asked if he was the friend of the person just now. I smiled and nodded. It's strange. Why don't I remember if I knew such a beautiful girl? Trying to shake off the curiosity that was gradually filling my mind. If you don't mind, her almost immediate response made me feel like I was slipping into a hole to make up for the guilt she had just caused me. She smiled. So fresh and strange, just looking at it seems like I can feel the sweetness on my parted lips. Just kidding, I can't drink anymore. That's enough for tonight. Let's drink some more. I can't go anywhere. She seemed to be drunk, her face was a little red, her eyes looked at me, but it was as if she was looking at a far away place, her hands were caressing the glass of wine that was about to run out, she smiled and replied that my friend will go first with my friend. Do you need an escort? It's a bit dangerous for a girl to be alone here. She stroked her hair and replied that you are the most dangerous person here. Are you not like your friend? I was surprised and asked what you look like. She gently shook the glass of wine in her hand and replied, Hunter, don't you? You like to drink and listen to music more. She looked at me with a questioning look. Are you married? I waved you off. You don't have a lover yet. You're an i***t. After draining the remaining wine in the glass and saying that, it can be concluded that he was impotent. In the last few words, the girl spoke quite softly but I could still guess from her mouth shape. What the first time I was hit by a girl? When a girl says something like that, a man already has alcohol in him, plus touching his pride makes my face turn red and I respond with a provocative tone. This is something I can't understand if I dare to speak a few words. At the end, I deliberately emphasized to challenge me, knowing full well that no girl would do that to someone who had just met and talked a few words. She put the glass of wine on the table and looked at me attentively. Her face became unusually serious. This wasn't the first time I talked to a strange girl at the bar, but it was the first time I was The girl looked at me with that look, although inside I felt quite confused, but on the outside I still smiled and looked back at her for a moment. I saw the corner of her lips curl slightly into a smile, then she spoke. I asked him if he had a car, but if he didn't, he'd come with his friend and he'd already left. As for me, I'd probably have to walk home when I imagined a beautiful girl like her walking alone on the street in such a state. Being drunk made me couldn't help but laugh, I knew she was just joking. I also agreed to let you walk with me. I don't know if she understood that it was just my joke or not, but it seemed like she immediately She immediately waved her hand to signal me to leave. After that, she forgot to head towards the exit, ignoring me, still bewildered, not understanding what was going on. Let's go. Where is she going? Is she really going to walk? Is it difficult for girls to understand like this? I was stunned for a few seconds, then my wife followed behind her. Looking from afar, her red-dyed hair looked outstanding in the crowd of short, tight-fitting dresses created by her body. With seductive curves, she walked slowly and gracefully in a graceful and sexy play. Wherever she walked, the men's attentive eyes flocked to her. As I approached, I only dared to walk behind her. The footsteps were enough for her to notice my presence without making her feel disturbed. When we walked out of the bar, it was raining heavily outside. People were waiting for the car at the door like this. I could walk. The girl standing in the middle of the door turned her eyes towards me and told me to call a car. Even though my ears were still ringing from the vibrant sounds inside the bar, I still recognized what was in her voice. That was very familiar. I pulled out my phone. I dialed the number to call a taxi and asked her where her house was. She remained silent and didn't say anything. She just raised her phone to text to investigate, not paying attention to my question. Just a few minutes later. A 4-seat taxi arrived and we quickly got in the car. This time it was the driver's turn to ask: "Where are we going?", I was confused and didn't know how to answer. Because I still didn't know the address, I looked at her for a signal. She also looked at me, her lips slightly parted with a smile full of mystery. said in a whisper just loud enough for me to hear street 36 number 419 take me there...