KIANA VEGA D. ALMONTE
Loud music. Blinding multi-colored lights. Smokes. Smell of alcohols. People dancing wildly like someone’s performing exorcism to them. Even some is making-out on the corner.
I rolled my eyes at the sight as I make my way back to my seat. Few bodies showered with sweats pressed onto mine, making me walk faster with disgust on my face.
Yuck! As in Y-U-C-K!
“Hey sexy, wanna see my place?” napatingin ako sa isang foreigner na bumulong sa tenga ko. I’m not a judgmental person but judging by his thick accent, he must be a German.
I smiled at him sexily. Eh sexy daw ako, eh.
“No,” tipid kong sabi saka dire-diretsong naglakad paalis. Eh kung sinamahan niya ng beautiful o kaya goddess man lang, baka um-oo pa ako ‘di ba?
I felt like I’m going to pe
