Christian P. O. V:

"Finally a excuse to get laid", Felix grabbed a chilled beer as we sat down on the comfy cushion sofa. His eyes were searching for a right prey.

God! This is amazing.

The club was totally out of the town. It's like a digital fairytale in the Stone age. The retro music was booming energy into the electrified air, penetrating my heart in symphony. The flashing neon lights, red and green radiated through the hazy smoke, which scratched the throat for more fizzy drinks. Everyone were kicking up in their high heels, below the jazzy disco ball, their bodies moving and smashing against one another.

"This wasn't something I expected.", I muttered under my breath.

"Where is Gabbie?", Felix said as he turned around to see him, talking with the bartender. He was scratching his head blankly as the girl let out a frolic laugh.

"Looks like he needs help!", I walked towards him.

"Yah! He can be embarrassing",. I broke their conversation, as Gabbie let out a deep breath, not able to deal her.

"Dude, this is Emily, and Emily, this is my asshole friend, Chris"

"My pleasure", we exchanged glances as I saw Gabbie standing helpless.

"Are you going to drink or what?", Emily said with a daring tone.

"It's not just that. I just can't stand drinking", Gabbie said as he looked at me.

"He can't. He is so much cute when he starts to drink that you would end up falling in love.", I teased him.

"He is already cute", she winked naughtily.

Gabbie seriously CAN'T TOLERATE DRINKING.

"Stop it.", Gabbie took a glass of concoction and placed it on his mouth.

"Uh! Dude! A sweet remainder on what happened when you last drank."

Emily laughed, her eyes shining eager to know more about Gabbie.

"What did he do?"

"He ran half a mile in his underwear."

"On Christmas eve, while it's snowing heavily."

"Saying he would find Easter Bunny."

"Easter Bunny exist and it wasn't that snowy.", he shouted, covering his face as Emily literally choked on glee, her face turning light blue due to her uncontrollable laughter.

"You bet!"

Pissing someone is sweet as hell.

"Don't worry! I'll babysit this boy.", Emily said, as she started to pour out drinks for other people.

(Playlist - Good girls go bad by Cobra Starship)

"Seems like you are enjoying the party!" I turned to see Shirley, in a black lacy shirt, showing her bare skin and a tight bleached denim shorts, little messy threads hanging. She dragged me into the dance hall.

"So, Are you ready to whine?", She asked as her hands dug into her straightened hair, lifting up as her hips swayed to the music.

"Yah! All I expected was broody Roadies and some shitty wine. But this is great. The only thing missing is lap dancer and a pole", a tint of horseplay in my voice.

"That's why I'm here", she came closer, embracing me into her arms. Our bodies swivelled to the ardent song through the electrified air.

She caressed my face, slowly from nose to my lips, stopping there for a moment. Our eyes met with an intense glare, tingling our carnal shiver.

Indirect invitation for kiss.

But, something is not right.The more close we came, the more I resisted her. It's not about turning on. I'm horny all the time.

It's that something is messing my mind. Like an undying instinct.

She opened her brown eyes, staring naughtily.

"Your girlfriend doesn't have to know. It can be our little secret"

Laura! She would get hurt.

"Laura.. yeah! You are right. We shouldn't do this."

She resolve from my hug, confused.

"You know what? Laura is a cheat and insecure. You would know that one day.", She started to throw a fit.

"She would never trust you. She is a damaged goods and she will never love you"

"Until then you be her true love slave", she said as she walked away.

Then, my mind catched upon something.

You are a player, Christian and I don't trust you.

The exact words she said about me. Goddamn I'm a player. I don't care what Laura thinks about our kiss. She is just a game piece to play, not my girlfriend.

"You know what, Shirley? I need your company.", I groped her arm tightly and pushed against me.

Out of nowhere, a glass full of wine flew in the air and landed on us, drenching with red stain, sticky and sweet.

"My Vogue. Son of a bit-", she shouted to see..

Drunk Gabbie.

But a smallest part of me desperately scared the shit, thinking that it was Laura. I almost skipped a beat.

He stood on the top of the table, crowd gathering around him. His shirt was tugged around his head, as he pranced around, jumping from table to table.

Stupid Emily.

"Gabbie, what the hell? Get down"

"Ahoy. The king of seven seas"

I grabbed his neck and pushed him down. He was drenched in wine, enough to be lit like a torch by a slight spark of fire.

"Oh good lord."

"I'm Captain Barbosa and I'm seeking... that thing... with.. you know.. teeth and tentacles"

"Yah. I know where it is. Do you want to come?"

"Yes. Let's go",he ran around like a  paranoid. I grabbed his arms so that he won't get lost in the crowd.

The one thing I despised is SOGGY SHIRT. The stickiness made me more anxious to remove it. Uneasiness creeped into my veins, pushing anger to a high level.

I walked towards the restroom and made Gabbie sit down in the sofa nearby.

"Gabbie."

"It's Captain Barbosa."

"Yah. Captain. Would you like to veer the ship?"

I gave him a round plate in his hands. He happily took it like a child and started to play.

At least something to grab his attention.

I ushered and hurriedly washed my shirt as the mauve stain disappeared. I swung it on my back, my bare skin was tickled with the cold water.

Still wet. Now cold.

Through the soft paper wall, a loud cry of cheers and hard bass was heard.

I opened the door to see an entirely different environment.

It was magical.