"COACH...." Daphne Tjia slurred incoherently and wriggled all the time.
Gustav found it difficult to control Daphne Tjia's uncontrollable movements. Finally he collapsed on the sofa and reached into his shirt pocket for his cell phone.
"Dido, I need your help," Gustav asked the security guard who had escorted Daphne Tjia to the club.
[Whatever Mr. Marcniz.]
"Please get someone to get my boyfriend out of here. He's drunk and can't walk on his own."
[Your girlfriend in question is Miss Daphne Tjia?]
"Right. You two are acquainted, right?"
[That young girl. Alright, I'm going to your couch with my friend.]
Gustav put the phone back in his shirt pocket. His fingers traced Daphne Tjia's cheek. Wet.
"Hey, why are you crying?" Gustav whispered softly.
"Coach, I hate AB so much. We have to find a way to escape." Daphne Tjia kept sobbing. Coughing, then crying again.
