Late-night drinks with the Devil

"Cha-cha, you coming?" Eiichi turned back to call. Park Daisuke stopped in the distance then continued to walk off. I guess he had no reason to disagree. He had already exposed his childish and more pleasant side to one of his many annoying subordinates. I looked down into my hands, thanks to Eiichi, I was kicked out before I could buy my groceries, and I was still holding Park Daisuke's ticket. I might as well get a free meal and return this piece of paper to its rightful owner.

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"How is it?" Park Daisuke, Eiichi and I stared at the rose-coloured drink perched on the bar in front of me. "So are you going to drink it. Your thousand dollars; don't you want it?" Park Daisuke, inched the drink closer to me. It was a concussion of soju, gin, absinthe and pink-vodka for...appeal?

"She's too chicken." Eiichi rested his tired head on his palm, and his eyelids fluttered as he poked my cheeks. "Should I take the bet for you, we can split the reward. Sixty, forty." I shook my head in disagreement, but it only made my already light head woozier.

"I can do it." I got off the stool and stared straight at the liquid poison. Mizuki, you can do this. One thousand dollars is on the line. Think of all the bento boxes you can buy. I snagged the glass off the table swiftly, in hopes that some of its contents would spill over. Park Daisuke watched as I lifted the glass up...to my face...pressed it against my lips...and tipped it over slightly. Each motion I made, had him and Eiichi inching closer so they could better examine what might be the dumbest thing I had ever done in my life.

It tasted like acid.

Fluid spurted out my mouth and unto every one, everywhere.

My ill attempt to swallow the hot, biting liquid before my gag reflex kicked in, had me practically barfing straight-up clear alcohol everywhere. I watched in awe as Eiichi and Park Daisuke shot off their seats, and tried to maneuver the vomit in slow motion as it sprayed on nearby customers.

"Pay up."

"I said drink it, not bathe us in it." Park Daisuke got up to his feet, ignoring the crowd around us groaning from their ill fate.

"It went in. Right?" I protested as Eiichi swung his arms over my shoulder.

"Then it went everywhere." Park Daisuke pointed at his ruined shoes in opposition.

"It sure did." Eiichi beamed in response to Park Daisuke.

"Maybe you can't afford it." I wiped my wet mouth.

"Don't be such a sour loser, she threw it up yes, but she drank it. No?" Park Daisuke rolled his eyes at us. He pulled his phone out of his pocket while he attempted to keep his balance. He poked his phone screen a few times, then I heard a ping. I pulled out my phone, and he had transferred $2000.

"Is the extra thousand because you admire my courage." I grinned at an unimpressed Park Daisuke.

He shook his head slowly and arched his brows, "it's for if you end up in the hospital." He turned to Eiichi, who was falling asleep while resting on my already tired shoulders. "Eiichi, wake up, let's go. I'm bored" Park Daisuke sat down while growling at Eiichi.

"Hey get off me, I'm about to pass out as well." I tried shaking Eiichi off, but he just clung to me more.

"Three more minutes." He rested his head in the curve of my neck, his soft breath tickled my chin. With his eyes closed, he looked even more handsome than usual. But now was not the time to sneak peeks at sleeping beauties, I had to get this guy home, and by the looks of things Park Daisuke also. He was bent over, sleeping with his arms crossed.

How do these 2 grown-ass men expect me to tow them to their individual homes? I reached for my phone again and dialled the number for a taxi. My knees began to buckle as the blanket of sleep wrapped around me. I reached for a seat, and my eyes fluttered close, then open, then close...then…

"Your taxi is here ma'am." I turned to the figure that rocked my shoulder. "The taxi you ordered is the white car," the bartender lifted his hand off my shoulder and walked away. I gripped my forehead as the foreboding of an impending headache set in. I was having such a weird dream too. In my dream, I went out drinking with the baby-faced devil and Eiichi. When I tried getting off the stool, I suddenly felt a weight on my left shoulder. Eiichi was perched, sleeping soundly on me; I guess it wasn't a dream. And Park Daisuke seemed to have changed positions and was resting backwards on the bar table.

"Where to ma'am?" The driver adjusted his glasses as he carefully scrutinized me loading on the two men into the back seat like luggage. As if I would kidnap two grown men in public and then order a taxi.

"Hey Eiichi, where do you live?" I patted his head to get him to wake up, but he was fast asleep, with his mouth hanging slightly open. "Manager Park." I shook his shoulders gently, but he didn't even move. I was beginning to think he was dead, and from the widened eyes of the driver, so was he. "Manager Park Daisuke... Daisuke-sama... Oi! Mr. Baby-faced Devil where do you live?" I shook him harder, but he still didn't move.

"Ma'am I need to get a move on. Where are you going?" The driver groaned, If I knew asshole I would tell you. Dammit. I turned to the irritated driver, just as vexed. "Take me to my apartment, here is my address."

The driver couldn't have driven away any faster, he was obviously trying to escape from whatever this situation was. The situation being the two men sitting on the side of the road resting on each other. They slept without a care in the world, slept like they weren't on the sidewalk in the middle of the bloody night. I could strip them naked, steal all their things and sell them and they wouldn't object. I scratched my head, looking at my apartment building of over 20 floors.

"How the fuck am I going to get them up to my apartment?"