Midnight Pretenders (BL)

Chapter 12

Round and round in circles, bodies dancing by doubles, skin to skin, sweat on clothes, dirty floor, and cigar smokes; vision blurring into a blinding one, eyes rolling backwards, sidewards, then to front, what does one see?

I see two fingers, turning one… Then two, then three again. Though, I wasn’t moving, my butt is still glued on a stool at the bar counter. I kept watching the scenes before me, too afraid to lose consciousness in the verge of this toxic chaos. Loud rock music filled our ears and it clouded the whole place with shouts and lyrics no one cared to know, they just followed the song. The entire space was brimming of wild beings, undeterred and undisturbed, all flown away into a heaven-like suburbia; their vulnerable spirits and minds hypnotized by blissful ecstasy that continues to drain all their energies.

My head was pounding, it was starting to get hurt, and my hands were also shaking; the glass I was holding kept sliding off my hold. So I decided to walk away and dragged my friends with me to the nearest exit, passed the big doors of cold steel into a blast of fog and streetlights where peace, calmness, and fresh air awaits.

It’s eleven past midnight, right at the middle of the dark empty street; my palms all sweaty and I could hear the attuned choir of crickets singing together while hiding their existence beneath the mushy bushes on the sidewalks, reminding us dumbs that it was way too late in the evening--or perhaps, too early in the morning.The earth has been rotating still, the stars were all glassy and sparkling like tiny spotlights up the black and blue portrait of the evening sky. The moon stares back at me, hiding its fake dullness, gleaming like some sort of genuine pearl in the midst of the sea, above the darkness. There was no time for sudden lull, the deafening silence erupted throughout this skimpy dirty damp path and the echoes of a hearty laugh from my dear friend whose walking near me, on the right, breaks it quickly, filling the empty space between us. Our footsteps tapped like some kind of an old rusty drum beat, my shoe’s soles had hard heels, and its soft thumps joined the peaceful night. Tap-tap--tap-tap--tap, it plays slow but annoyingly loud.

The three of us--me, a guy friend and a gay company--were laughing our heads off about some nonsense we were blabbering as we lazily and swayingly skidded past the frightening silent street of the town, unbothered if we ever bothered anyone, and accompanied with nothing but only empty beer bottles in our hands and smelly sweat-damped clothes warming our alcohol-drowned bodies. My gay friend stopped suddenly, giving a signal, and I could smell his stinky bad breath even few meters away. I knew that he would begin to give it up. He rushed into the side of the road, bent his thin figure and out came the slimy gross liquid stuff off his dirty smelly mouth. Me and my guy friend made a face at him, but we started laughing anyway, like real idiots who had been strained by liquor and was fully influenced by its insane effects. We were held captives by the fiend, that was the fact. And soon, by the time we get back to our right sanity after all of these, we would never be remembering these moments. Though, we might still be lucky enough to get glimpses of it but the irony would tell off the embarrassments. It was all a nightmare. And my mouth tasted funny too. The beer had it played with its naughty triggers on my tongue and I could still sense the chills from it. Our bodies are too weak to even recognize the game the stuff is beating us with and I know we’re about lose it. I felt I might passed out right there at the middle of this unsecured area of the town wherein the risks are too high.

“That’s beat.” my guy friend told me and he was insanely drunk, he does not know what he was saying. “Got any hope you’d get home at this state safely?”

I didn’t respond to him, though. I didn’t feel like it. He had this very silly look on his pale white face and it was irritating me too much, I want to punch that expression away off him. I don’t know where this thought had come from but I’m starting to be amused of the idea of violence all of a sudden. My gay friend stumbles back to us, totally erasing away the repulsive thoughts off me, and had me distracted with the little blob of yellowish stuff scattered around his thin lips--Yuck. But I didn’t care, we all look like crap anyway.

“I’m sick.” my gay friend says, his face contorting, painting agony. He was still clutching his stomach and he looks like he wasn’t yet done with all the vomiting.

My guy friend guffawed, probably because he was under the influence and concern wasn’t part of his character right now and he was sort of crazy too, giving my other friend a mild push on the shoulder. “That’s what you get from being too arrogant, dude.” He tells him. Damn, he really annoys me. His words. My gay friend shoves him away, annoyed too.

“Let’s just get home now, “ I say to them, “I want to sleep.”

“Yah, yah, “ my guy friend replies, “I don’t wanna pass out here too.”

“We’re fuckin’ too far from house guys! How do you think we can get there before we fall our heads down this road and die?!” my gay friend was shouting, probably because of too intense emotions from all the puking he did. I began feeling sorry for him. Boy, did it cost him too high.

“We’re gonna make it, relax bud.” my guy friend says with a smirk, quite enjoying the whining of my gay friend.

“Tell me ‘bout that, huh.” my gay friend toughs back.

“Shut it.” I snap, but not hardly. “Let’s get home.” I say.

We started walking again, a bit faster but I bet at our state we are still slow. The streetlights danced like swaying bulbs above me and I kept my vision awake. It was hard when you’re brain wants to rest but I can’t afford to stop now… Not on this place obviously.

“Play me.. Play me the tune of the sweet melody of time…” my gay friend began humming in a low voice. It was a song we usually played when we are not too busy enough to fool around. We love playing… We used to be a band before. The song he was singing was written and created by our other dearest friend… He was our lead singer. But not anymore. Was.

“Give it a little thought and sing me the words with no lies…” he continued as we walked, the song somehow helped the situation. We were relaxing…

Buddy, life ain’t some kind of mystery we just solve,

We’ve already solved one before and life only goes

I’d give you the clock,

you give me a hand,

There’s no turning back,

The world only expands.