Something that wasn't meant for me.

Not having time to close my phone before Piya’s message comes through, I open it and read it immediately. ‘He knows she doesn’t have her phone. Send me the evidence and put it back. We’ll be back in twenty minutes.’

Did Piya just send me that text by mistake? Seems like it, but who was it really meant for and what was did they mean to achieve by calling me? And what evidence is she talking about? Surely not the dick pics I’d sent to Yui earlier. I’d practically sent the same thing to Piya anyway and she had seen and felt the real thing anyway. Damn it why did these Thai girls have to be so damn confusing. They were both dangerously close to the wrong side of the crazy/hot scale. Piya more so.

Sure enough as Piya’s mistaken text message said, I get a message from Yui about half an hour later saying she left her phone in her school desk. I let her know it good she’s found it and that I hoped she had fun with Piya.

Feeling as if I need to clear my head from all the craziness that been happening lately, I organise to catch up with a couple of buddies from work for some midweek drinks. Scientists do say that men need nights out with the lads to lower stress levels! Our club is closed during the week but there is plenty of other places that we can go. I organise to meet everyone at Aaron’s place for pre-drinks at 7.

I arrive a little late and find a bunch of people from work already there. Bouncers, managers, glassies as well as a couple of the barmaids are already there and drinks are well and truly started. I say thank Aaron as he passes me an Asahi. The guys are busy still giving it to Steve over his mix up with Piya’s ‘special’ powder. I probably shouldn’t mention that I have tried its effects and can vouch for it potency even on a much smaller dose.

We make the decision amongst the group to continue here for a couple of hours and then grab a bunch of Ubers into the main entertainment precinct of our city. Looking around I see a good bunch of friends bonding outside of work for a change. Finishing my beer, I grab another from the fridge and start to look for someone to talk to. I could talk to Aaron and the rest of the security team, Steve who I took to the hospital or perhaps one of the barmaids from The Loft.