I asked Noah to just keep it to himself, I really felt guilty about it. Though, they can't blame me for doing that. When we have some party to attend, they're always wasted and they would let me drink alone. I always asked the bartender to mixed some juice to make it looked like an alcohol.
Yes, I deceived them. But I'd rather do that than drinking those fucking alcohols.
"Okay, if someone who can bring a tequila here in 30 minutes, I would dance here right now and give you all my money that I have in my pocket," Daniel playfully says.
He showed us his money and my eyes widened when a lot of bucks were on the table. Fuck! I forgot that he's really rich! And he's also a pilot.
"Baby, don't look at those money. I have some too," Noah looked irritated.
"Can't I just dream to have those, Noah?" I pouted.
"No, you can't," His serious face made me stop on fucking ranting.
"GAME!" Everyone shouts.
