Exposed
Note: I have been meaning to write about the yet another crazy escapade of the Trio. As it had been a crazy and overwhelming period for me over in Aussie… So.. Finally here… the joy of humiliating the guys and self...
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It was Saturday night where the Trio gathered to meet for the last time, before Girl ventured into Gold Coast, far away from them. What Girl wanted was a nice cozy evening with them. After all, she had prepared a thank-you speech for the both of them, which definitely will go well with a bottle of wine and jazzy ambience. But the Guys had another kind of evening in mind.
WILD. CRAZY. DANCE. GIRLS. ZOUK
Because of the lousy fact that Girl will need to pay for the cover charge while the Guys could just waved their credit cardies and walked in free, Girl made them promise to buy her drinks~ after all, she was not going to drink much. She needs to be up early the next morning. 
So, right in Velvet, as Baldie snapped away with his brand new camera, causing quite a nuisance to the others clubbers but an enjoyment for the narcissistic trio, Whitie was busy thinking of strategies to get Baldie and Girl drunk. He got clever with the Citibank promotion of 1 for 1 and proceeded to order 2 Lamborghinis which multiplied… And very soon they were surrounded with 2 jugs of Long Island teas (courtesy of Baldie), 2 cranberries Vodka (courtesy of Girl’s cover charge) and 4 Lamborghinis (courtesy of Whitie) on a tiny 20 inches bar table.
After a few swaying moments on the dance floor, Whitie decided to check out Zouk’s VIP area for access. As he walked out of Velvet, Girl found Baldie not as sober as she was…. He was at his sexy dance moves again… and could hardly stand properly.
When White rang Baldie up to gather their asses to the Zouk ‘s VIP lounge, Baldie shouted at the top of his voice into his phone and poor Whitie’s ears repeatedly… “WHAT DID YOU SAY? WHAT? WHAT? WHERE?? WHEEEEEREEEEEE ARE YOU??”
Girl instinctively snatched his phone, grabbed him by his hands and the remaining jug of the Tea and headed for the exit. As they bypassed the Velvet VIP area, Baldie pulled back Girl and pointed, staggering backwards: “I think he is in here!”
“No, he is not.”
“YES. Yes! YESSSS! He said he’s in the members lounge… THIS IS THE ONEEEEEEE!!”
Girl frantically scanned the room and found no signs of Whitie. As she tried to juggle a freezing cold jug, a heavy and bouncy Baldie and a damn user-unfriendly phone on her hands, she literally yelled into the phone for help.
When Whitie came back into Velvet, he found Girl, looking exhausted, sitting on the sofa, clutching onto the jug tightly, while Baldie was prancing around her merrily. Without a word, he joined Baldie in his strange ritual dance around Girl.
After forcing Girl to finish most of the Tea, the Trio proceeded to Zouk. This time, Girl found herself with two deliriously tipsy friends now. She laughed at them- which was deeply regretted in the end as she was ordered to down another Lamborghini while the two big drunk bullies cheered her on. They forbade the waitress to get Girl’s request for a slice of lemon to suck on. But Girl confided in the waitress about the importance of her keeping sober as her friends were very drunk now. The waitress gave a sympathetic nod and passed slices of lemon to Girl secretly.
As the trio got onto the dance floor and gyrating to the music, they edged nearer and nearer to the podium. Baldie, as drunk as he was, did not forget his camera and camera lights started flashing away as they danced.
Soon, the Guys felt the strong need to be elevated~ literally~, climbed onto the podium and dance. And in a bid to pull Girl up as well, Baldie accidently shoved a fellow female dancer down from the podium, onto the floor.
Audible grasps were heard, as the people around froze and watched the fallen angel got up, sat on the podium, hiding her face behind hands and not moving for a minute. Guilt-ridden Baldie asked if she was alright. She did not react as well. Baldie shrugged his shoulders and the Trio continued their dance and photo-snapping, taking the place of the fallen angel.
Not before long, Girl found herself incredibly excited. Her strong liver could not resist the effects of the damn Lamborghini. The alcohol was gaining control of her while the Guys started to sober up. And there, she was, tears welling up in her eyes, holding onto them and began her planned speech. But not in way she wanted.
Alcohol seemed to make it alright to repeat herself when she felt that whatever and how she expressed herself- didn’t give the intended impact. And thus, Girl went all tearfully to Baldie how he was going to be missed. How worried she was about him. How important he was to her. And to Whitie on how great a friend he was. How sorry she was to bicker with him always. How she promised to treat him better. The Guys rolled their eyes at each other when holding to Girl, patting her assuredly and told her she will see them again. Very soon. They will be coming over to Australia. 1 and a half year is short.
Then Girl felt nauseous… and pulled the guys to the toilet- where they spent a good time, sitting outside the toilet, waiting for her to stop coming in and out of toilet. And they met this weird man. Who said that it was his birthday and his friends were celebrating for him. But he preferred to sit outside toilet and wait for god known what. Weirdo passed his name card to Baldie, which Whitie took it without a glance and threw it on the floor.
Girl started to get hysterical with her crying. Losing control should be more precise. She wasn’t like that- ever. Alcohol weakened her. The Guys were embarrassed to the core but they couldn’t bring themselves to slap that silly Girl to senses and the moment she declared she wanted to get out of the disgusting place- they practically yanked her out, gladly.
She did not remember throwing tantrums about not wanting to go home. But the guys insisted she was almost begging them not to go home. And in an instance of 10 seconds walk from Zouk, they made up their minds to stay over at Grand Copthorne Hotel as they couldn’t stand dragging the drunken chicken around, any longer.
Apparently the Guys were still slightly tipsy. An awkward few minutes were spent in the hotel lift- trying to figure out why were they still on the lobby level, after pressing the button for the tenth time. Baldie finally realized in nick of time, before the hotel staff strode across the lobby to check on them, that they need to insert the key card into the lift slot.
The moment they got into the room, Baldie headed right towards to one of the single beds, pulled up the blanket and instructed Girl to lie in. But Girl said no. She wanted to bath. The Guys looked at each other in puzzlement, shrugged their shoulders and went on preparing themselves for bedtime.
Feeling another wave of vomit charging out, Girl ran to the toilet and remained hugging the toilet bowl for a good 8 minutes. The Guys then took turns to leap over Girl to brush their teeth, totally ignored the retching noises from her.
“I want bathrobe!” Girl demanded.
“But there isn’t any in the closet.” Baldie replied.
“I don’t care. I want bathrobe!!!” Girl stomped.
Whitie had no choice but to call and check with almost all the departments in the Hotel in search of a Bathrobe, as in his drunken state, he couldn’t determine which department was in charge of bathrobe.
When Girl had stripped naked to get ready for shower, the housekeeping came with the Bathrobe. Baldie knocked on the bathroom door, wanting to pass the Robe to her. Girl couldn’t recall if in her stupor drunken state, did she remember her modesty as Baldie refused to tell her frankly- whether she flung the door right open, exposing herself or hide behind the door. Whitie claimed that Girl paraded around the room in her birthday suit after her shower. Well, Girl couldn’t really remember much as her brains were thoroughly soaked with alcohol. She passed out on her bed and slept till morning….
When she woke up with a murderous headache, Girl found herself in a Bathrobe and nothing else. She started searching for her clothes and lingerie and found none. She paused and tried to recall where she could have thrown her clothes. Then a thought came to her- Could it be… in the closet? Indeed, even in her drunken state, she did not failed to forget that clothes were supposed to be kept in closet. However, it was not as neatly as it should be. She had balled and casted them in the corner. While washing up her face, she realized that she had used a shower cap last night to keep her hair dry.
“Woah… How amazing…” and she looked at the neat collection of toiletries on the sink and cursed silently, “Shit… I didn’t bath with any soap or body foam last night… but just wet myself…? Damn. How odd!"
When she walked back to room, the Guys were awake. And from then, there wasn’t a moment of silence as each of the Trio was fighting to tell the most embarrassing episodes of last night. As Girl scanned through Baldie’s captures of last night’s misadventure, she flinched at the sights of 
her ~ all intoxicated and wobbly. A couple of pictures caught her breath… She had kissed Baldie. Whitie had hugged her tightly. And admitted that he pecked her on the cheek too, in an attempt to comfort her.
And they all have a good laugh. It was one of the craziest funs they ever had. The Trio had long surpassed that physical border of opposite sex.
Cos they are lifelong buddies. Who they cared for each other like a true friend.
Cos they are Ashley, Ethan and Gerard. = )
Love you guys!!!