"I say hey, you say hoe! Heeey!!"
"Hoe!!"
"Hey!!"
"Hoe!"
Anton's face scrunched up, watching this fiasco unfold from the VIP section on the second floor of the nightclub.
"What in the world is wrong with him?" Anton shook his head, watching Michael go crazy on the stage. "It's not even his birthday, but he's throwing a party like it is."
Marianne chuckled, watching Michael lead the crowd who were now chanting his name as if he was some sort of a hero. "You know him. When he throws a party, it's a party. It's not Michael if it's not wild. Besides, it's been a while since we had such a night. Do you remember the last time we gathered like this?"
"Well." Anton cocked his head back, thinking of the past few months. His face crumpled in dismay as soon as he realized he had been working so tirelessly. Even when he had the time, he would barely hang out with Michael.
