Third person’s point of view.
>>12:10am<
A cab pulled up in front of a penthouse, there were two ladies sitting in the back seat, two of them were drunk, but one's slightly sober and was well aware of their environment.
The slightly sober lady looked outside the face and faced her friend.
"Rita?" she shook her friend's shoulder gently.
"Hm" her friend grumbled in response, her eyes were barely open.
"Are you sure you don't want to go home, Rita?"
(A briefing: instead of going straight home after Rita angry stormed off from Joan's, she and her friend went to a nearby bar to get drunk and whine over her brother fooling around with slûts every day)
"Rita?"
"Hmm" Rita grumbled again, she struggled to sit upright and opened her eyes.
"Whose house is this? Don't you think you should go back home?"
Rita squinted her eyes as she looked out the window, she studied the environment for a moment, and nodded in approval.
"T-this…" she hiccuped. ".. t-this is my brother's fiancée's house…"
She trailed off as she grabbed the door handle and made to push it open, but her friend grabbed her hand and stopped her.
"Your brother's fiancée's house? Then what are you doing here?"
Rita smiled and gently removed her hand from her (her friend's) grip, then flashed her friend a reassuring smile.
"I might be dead drunk, Tiffany, but I'm still very much conscious of everything happening around…" she paused and hiccuped a few times.
Tiffany rolled her eyeballs at Rita's words.
"Right, you're very conscious" she said with sarcasm dripping off her words. "Why don't you just go home and relax? It's…"
"Nope" Rita interrupted. "I'm here for two things, for one, I can't go home smelling like cigarettes and garbage, then secondly, I want to help Claudia wake up from her slumber"
Rita pulled the door open before Tiffany could stop her, and shut the door with a very loud bang, which earned her an offended glare from the cab driver.
"I'm sorry, sir" Tiffany quickly apologized.
"I'll make sure not to carry drunks next time" the driver mumbled, but it was clear enough for Tiffany to hear, he made no efforts to hide his displeasantness.
Tiffany decided to ignore him since they were at fault, and faced Rita.
"Claudia needs to take the initiative, or she's never going to be with my brother"
"Rita, let's…"
"Bye, have a great night" with that said, Rita staggered towards the penthouse.
The cab driver grunted in frustration, then slightly faced Tiffany.
"Can we go now?" he asked impatiently.
"Er, can we at least wait until she enters the building?"
"Only if you're paying me for overtime"
Tiffany sighed in relief and nodded."I'll pay you"
She looked back at Rita and watched her for a few moments, until she entered the build. She sighed deeply and let out a long sigh of relief, before facing the driver.
"Let's go" she told the driver.
"Is she your girlfriend?"
"Excuse me?"
"Is she your girlfriend?" the driver repeated his question. "You seem to care about her a lot"
Tiffany looked towards the penthouse again, but Rita wasn't in sight anymore.
"I…I love her, but she can never be my girlfriend"
"Why wouldn't she?"
There was no response from her, she just continued staring at the penthouse.
"Or she doesn't know you love her?"
"She doesn't"
"Why won't tell her? Are you scared she will reject you and your friendship will be ruined?"
Tiffany shut her eyes and shook slowly, she puffed out some air shakily.
"I'm not scared of rejection, it's just… she's straight"
"Oh"
"Yeah"
Now it's the driver's turn to sigh.
"I genuinely understand your plight, I was in this same position with my husband and…"
"Hold on a sec, you're gay?"
The driver nodded quickly with a small smile.
"I'm gay and happily married to my husband, but we're not talking about me right now" he said and laughed briefly at Tiffany's reaction, he could sense the excitement in her voice.
He started the car and began driving.
"Don't worry, I'll give you some tips as we go, and I guarantee you, if your friend isn't straight, she's definitely going to be head over heels for you"
Tiffany scoffed at his words. "I bet you, she's hundred percent straight, I've tested her so many times"
"There's no harm learning another trick, right?"
There was a brief silence, before Tiffany nodded in agreement.
"I guess you're right, I can always use it on other girls"
"That's what I'm talking about"
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>>Back at Joan’s<
Jonathan and Miguel (he's one of Jonathan and Ferguson's friends, he was mentioned in an earlier episode) sat at a table in a dark corner, drinking and checking out girls, and comparing their àsses.
A few seconds later, Ferguson was seen approaching them and fixing his belt by the way.
"Hey bro" Jonathan greeted him, but he simply responded with a hum.
He sat on a chair opposite them, then reached for a beer and popped it open, he was about taking a gulp but stopped abruptly as Jonathan banged on the table and smiled slyly at him.
"Damn, Gus, you're a motherf**ker!" he exclaimed.
Ferguson exchanged looks with Miguel, as though he's asking for an explanation to Jonathan's words, but Miguel simply shrugged his shoulders and went back to drinking -although, he's also waiting for Jonathan to elaborate on his words.
"Man, you wouldn't believe what just happened a while ago"
"What the fûck happened, man? Say it or shove it in your fûcking àss!" Ferguson snapped, clearly showing he didn't have time for Jonathan's suspenseful story.
"Remember that chick you pulled along with you?"
Ferguson narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw, he didn't seem to like the tone in which Jonathan asked his question, and he seemed to have known where this was leading to.
"You banged her, right?" Jonathan questioned further.
"Stop" was the only word Ferguson could grit out, since he's trying to keep his cool, but Jonathan didn't seem to listen or understand.
"Fûck, Gus is truly a beast in bed, Miguel"
"Why did you say that?" Miguel asked, fully interested in hearing more.
"The chick helped me confirmed it, she was half-naked when she ran out, and was sweating all over"
Ferguson's jaw clenched even harder, his grip on his bottle of beer tightened, his teeth ground against each other and his eyes became darker as he threw Jonathan an offended look, but unfortunately, Jonathan didn't seem to notice -he's lost in his storytelling.
"Fûck man, that chick almost got my pants in a twist, any man would get blue balls just by taking a glance at her, that's how hot she was" he paused.
He folded his lower lip in his mouth and smiled widely, his mind had thrown him back to the scene of their brief conversation.
"And even though she was wearing Gus's shirt, I could see her firm breasts and…"
Ferguson couldn't take it any more, he sprang up and landed a heavy punch on Jonathan's face randomly, but as though his fist already targeted where to land, it landed on Jonathan's lips, and that left a small cut on the lower lip since it was held between Jonathan's teeth.
"Son of a bîtch!" Jonathan cursed, his eyebrows furrowed at once in both surprise and confusion.
Furthermore, Ferguson grabbed his (Jonathan's) shirt and pulled him up.
"What the fûck is going on, bro?" Jonathan touched his injured lip and hissed quietly when he saw his blood, then gave his friend (Ferguson) a questioning look.
"Hey, Gus, let's all calm down and…" Miguel tried to be a peacemaker, but quickly raised his hands in surrender and took a step back, when he received a very harsh glare from Ferguson.
"What the fûck, Gus?" Jonathan was perplexed already, he didn't know what he did or said that offended Ferguson.
"Fûcking stop talking about her like that, she's my fûcking woman!" Ferguson growled.
"Your woman? Since when does your one nightstand become your women, bro?"
"Since now" with that, Ferguson stormed towards the exit, leaving a stunned Jonathan and Miguel behind.
They stared at him in confusion, until he was out of sight.
"Hmmm, I guess we must find out who that chick is" Miguel said.
"Yeah" Jonathan agreed.