A few minutes ago.
Salvar was bored sitting on the couch, watching rich people drink and hearing their fake laughter. He stood up from his seat and asked Damon, "Hey, should we go below and have some fun?"
Salvar's shoulders were already grooving to the beats played by the DJ below.
"Salvar, we should go after George and Federic comes. And you are too drunk to dance." Damon replied.
"Didn't ask me to go for a dance before? Anyway, fine, if you are not coming." Salvar ran away like a child, not waiting for Damon.
He knew that Damon would come nevertheless.
And for sure, Damon was already behind him.
"Salvar wait for me!" he cried, but the loud music muted his voice. He shoved people away before grabbing Salvar's arm.
"Let's dance, Damon." Salvar grabbed Damon's arms and swayed him from one place to another.
Damon's body was out of control due to Salvar's actions, and as a result, he lost balance and crashed against somebody he had never met.
"Hey look where you are going," the other person commented.
Not wanting to make a scene, Damon bowed and apologized before drifting away to Salvar.
Salvar, on the other hand, was spinning aimlessly, jumping through the beat grooves and screaming. It felt refreshing to enjoy this without caring about the world.
He always had the option to be carefree and enjoy the moments of his life, but he always prioritized and went in the wrong direction of his life.
Going to a pub for a party? Nah, instead of partying he would cry in the bathroom stall because George didn't notice him.
Going shopping to buy something for himself? Nah, if he wanted to buy something and Damon dismissed the idea, he would obediently follow it.
He only acted rebelliously against his parents. And it didn't work in his favor.
Salvar knew his old self would have listened to Damon and wouldn't come to dance on his own will. Dancing was fun. Too fun.
But Salvar didn't know he was overestimated himself, because when the smell of sweat, perfume, and alcohol mixed in the air where people danced, initially it was good, but something turned in Salvar's stomach. He felt the bile rising and a burning sensation in his throat.
The loud music didn't help either. And at the same time, Damon came into his view with a phone in his hand.
"Salvar.."
Salvar didn't hear what Damon was saying. He wanted to rush to the toilet, but Damon's hands wouldn't leave him.
And it just happened.
Salvar wasn't planning to go this low today. Vomiting over his enemies wasn't on his bucket list, but it just happened.
Damon stood still at his place, his eyes unblinking.
Salvar was embarrassed because people around him stopped dancing and were looking at the two of them.
Salvar slowly slipped away from Damon's arm and hung onto his waist.
And a few minutes later, when he realized George had arrived at the scene, his ears involuntarily grew red before he pretended to faint on the ground.
"Salvar... are you ok?" George lightly tapped Salvar's face before lifting him off the ground.
The music had long stopped and Damon stood there like a showpiece, while people took photos of him.
He raged as George ignored him completely in an embarrassing position, leaving with Salvar.
George, on the other hand, didn't know what he should do.
Dump him, take him to the hospital, or feed him...
"I am fine, just take me where we were." George looked down and saw Salvar squinting his eyes while looking at him. "My head is spinning in this position, hurry up."
George carried Salvar to the VIP section and Damon followed behind them, covering his face.
"OH MYY GAWD..." Federic reacted, looking at Damon, his lips turned downward with a disgusted expression.
"Please, I will be honoured if you keep your reaction to yourself," Damon said, annoyed.
Salvar sat on the couch, leaning back and running his hands through his shoulder length hair.
"Can somebody fetch me some water?" He sounded tired.
Well, maybe he was given a second chance not only to take revenge but also to humiliate himself further?
George pushed Federic to fetch water for Salvar as he fanned his face with a tray.
Federic looked at Salvar, sitting shamelessly as his boyfriend fanned his face. And when George ordered him to fetch water, he was taken aback as he snapped,
"I am not a fucking servant. Salvar, drop your act and sit straight. I know you are doing this to steal my man."
"Do you think I willingly embarrassed myself and my best friend in front of unknown people just to steal your man? Are you even talking sense?" Salvar countered back.