**ROSEANA**
"Let's go," I asked him.
I help him stand up. I held his arm as I helped him stand up. I also paid for the beers he drank.
We hurriedly exited the club. I think I have a strong attachment to my guardian angel because, even though it took us a while to get out of the club, no one noticed us. I didn't see Macy.
I texted her earlier that I was going home early, but she didn't reply to me. I turned to the man next to me, who was almost closing his eyes from being so drunk.
"Where did you park your car?" I asked him. There is no parking lot here at the club, so I am wondering where he left his car. I'm sure he didn't take a taxi while going here. I doubt if he even knows how to use public transportation. I don't think he has even experienced riding a jeepney.
His eyes bore on me. I frowned when he frowned at me.
"Who are you?" he asked me.
My frown deepens. Is this guy cheating on me? I tried to analyze whether he was telling the truth. Is he serious that he doesn't recognize me?
“Damon, stop it. I am not in the mood for your jokes. Where did you park your car?” I'm afraid Macy will come out and see me with this big guy. It's good if Damon and I are together casually. However, that is not the situation right now. The man was almost hugging me. My hand was on his back, supporting him so that he wouldn't fall because it seemed like he couldn't even stand up straight. Damon's arms locked me in his arms. Almost half of his weight rested on me.
Earlier, when we went out, the bouncer gave me a surprised look. Maybe he was wondering why I was with a man. I just explained to him that Damon is my friend, so he wouldn't think about anything else.
"Hey, don't touch me. Why are you touching me, woman?” he said while pouting. I want to smack his nose. How dare him. He is the one hugging me, and he seems yet to have the guts to tell me not to touch him. Great! Just great.
"Damon, you are the one hugging me," I muttered as a matter of fact.
"Really?"
"Then I won't," he said, removing his arms that were hugging me. I rolled my eyes.
"You just unwrapped your arms around me, but your body is still leaning close to me." It's hard to take care of a drunk man, and I realize that now. But it seems more difficult to take care of a drunk Damon Salvestre. I don't know if I can call this clinginess or stubbornness.
"Sorry, Miss. I thought you were a pole," he mumbled.
He tried to move his body away from me, but he almost fell. His face almost hit the cement. It's a good thing that I quickly grabbed his arm.
He glared at me. "Did you push me?" he asked.
I frown. "Of course not." Okay. I have no other choice. I fish my phone from my pocket. I booked a Grab car. I couldn't get a sensible answer from Damon. Maybe the morning will catch up with us, and he will be completely sober before we even leave here.
"I need your money. I booked a grab to take us home," I informed him.
"Why are you asking for money? Do I owe you?” he asked.
"Damon, my patience is running thin. I don't have the money to pay for the fare, okay?" I explained.
He silently handed me his thick wallet. My brows furrowed. "Why are you giving me your wallet? I just asked for money. I'm not asking for your entire wallet.”
“Tsk. You can have it. I have a lot of that. My bank will never be empty," he said. Tsk, what a man full of himself! I didn't say anything and took his wallet. I put it in my skirt pocket.
I led him to a twenty-four-seven-open store. Some people are looking at us, while others feel like they don't care about us anymore. I ignored the looks on me.
"Wait here," I murmured.
I left Damon with his face buried in his arm. His arms rested on the table.
"Where are you going?" I looked back at him when he suddenly spoke. He was looking at me.
"I will buy you a coffee to reduce your drunkenness," I explained.
"Okay."
He turned his face toward his arms. I went straight to the counter. I bought him dark coffee. Before I gave him the coffee, I tasted it first.
"Damon, drink your coffee," I muttered when I got close to him. I sat next to him. I put his coffee on the table.
“I don’t like drinking coffee you didn’t prepare," he said, sounding like a child who is a picky eater.
"I tasted it. It's a bit sweet for your liking, but you have no choice but to drink that," I answered flatly. I brought the coffee glass closer to him.
Damon did nothing but follow my orders. He drank the coffee with a frown. While he finished his coffee, I checked where the Grab car I booked was.
“Here. You should drink too.” I didn't expect what Damon did. He gave me his coffee, urging me to drink. I only bought one coffee. Besides, I don't like coffee, and I definitely can't sleep if I drink coffee.
"No, I'm fine." I refused.
"Just a sip, Roseana. I can't finish it either." Damon insisted so I couldn't do anything. I feel like he won't stop until I accept the coffee he offers me. If he had to make me drink himself, he would.
I took the coffee and sipped it. The bitterness of the coffee, laced with the sweetness of the sugar, enters my stomach. I can still feel the drop of hot coffee in my stomach.
I gave Damon the coffee back afterward. I found him staring at me. I ignored the slight leap in my heart when our eyes met.