Yuna dragged him over to her car.
"I bought my own car!" Eric stood by his car with a pout.
"I’ll ask one of my bodyguards to pick it up. Come," she pulled him to her car. Her designated diver bowed his way slightly.
Without a word, the car started to drive away.
"Where are we heading off to?"
"Somewhere exciting ~" Yuna visibly jumped in joy.
Eric peculiarly gazed her way. "you’re being weird."
"I’m always been weird." She leaned over and hugged his arm. "This is going to be so fun. I tell you when we come out of that place you will be a changed man. you’ll go ’Yuri who? I don’t know him,"
Eric frowned. ’I don’t think I can ever forget him...’
"I know that look. You’re thinking. ’How can ever forget him, my one true love,’" Yuna pinched his cheeks. "But time will heal your wound. You will love someone else. So put in an effort. Today I want you to be open-minded."
this just gave him a weird premonition that Yuna was dragging him into a troublesome place.
as he had expected the car stopped in front of a strip club.
"You’ve got to be kidding me," he gaped at her. Yuna just raised a brow with a shit-eating grin. A few men were entering the place inconspicuously. "a gay bar! Why?!"
"it’s not just a gay bar! It’s a gay strip club," she giggled hugging him tightly. "Come on, let’s go in,"
Eric clung to the door tightly. "Nah ha. I’m not going in there,"
"Why not?"
"I don’t want to be touched by weird old men."
Yuna frowned. "We own this place. We can have bodyguards surrounding us. No one would dare to touch you. Come on, just this once let’s go in and enjoy our lives."
"what’s the enjoyment about looking at half-naked men!" Eric glared her way.
"boy I see the way you look at a naked torso."
He visibly rolled his eyes and pinched her fluffy cheeks. "you!.... who told you that? I don’t like looking at naked men! Not one bit! In fact, I’m kind of traumatized by looking at someone else getting it on."
Truth be told he was averse to it. It was all thanks to the love gel guy, Jake and Mister Altren himself. They really did a number on his mental tolerance.
Yuna pouted. "I wanted to come here at least once in my lifetime. I have been having a lookout at this place for so long and I wanted until I was eighteen to enter this place. But I don’t want to go in alone... I thought you would come with me... you’re the only friend I can ask."
Eric gently patted her pink cheeks. "Fine,"
"Really!" she viably bounced back to her lively self.
"But only for an hour!"
"yes yes! That’s all the time we need. Come on!" she jumped out excitedly hopping over to the door.
Eric trudged behind her.
The bouncer by the door stopped them frowning slightly as he peered at Yuna.
"This is my id card," she happily handed it to him.
"Young miss... this..." The bouncer peered at Yuna’s personal bodyguards behind her. when they nodded the man opened the door for them.
Yuna excitedly squealed and ran in pulling Eric behind her.
Since they came right at four the crowd was minimum but the pole dancers were already starting to take up the stage.
"Ohh~ they are starting,"
Eric peered at the tall scantily clad group of women who were waving at them excitedly.
"I thought said this was a gay bar. Why are women up there,"
Yuna let out a boisterous laugh. "Oh, you’re so innocent. Those are men. It’s called drag," she pulled him over to the first-floor VIP room where they could watch the whole dance floor clearly.
The waiter came to get their order. Yuna simply winked at him and whispered something into his ear.
"You better not get drunk, you asshat. I’m not dragging your drunk ass back home,’
"Just one drink, nothing much." she gave him that cute puppy dog look.
Eric sighed and sat down on the soft cushion. "You’re incorrigible."
The waiter soon came out with their drinks. It was one of those colorful drinks. It had a lot of fruits floating around.
"What is the alcoholic content of this," he asked the waiter before he left.
Yuna tugged at his hand stopping him. "it’s very small." she then waved at the waiter to leave. "Come on master, it’s just for the day. Chill. Let’s enjoy the day," Yuna scooted close to him and picked up her drink. "Umm it tastes so good."
Frowning Eric sipped his own. It has a strong fruity flavor. as Yuna said he could barely taste the alcohol in the drink. "This is really good," he gulped it down.
Yuna’s eyes widened ever so slightly. "Umm we can order another one," she quickly put in the order.
In just an hour or so their table was filled with empty margarita glasses.
Eric hiccupped softly, "Why does it taste so good? I want the recipe. Maybe I can add it to my menu,"
"Maybe not," Yuna grimaced. "let’s hit the dance floor," she pulled him down to the ground floor.
By six the whole club was filled with men, everyone dancing to the beat of Beyonce. "Oh my god this is so good," Yuna laughed, dancing close to him.
Eric giggled loudly. "The world is so beautiful and colorful..." he peered up at the flashing lights. "Ohh Yuna, I see a dancing ghost," he pointed to the ghosts that were dancing on the roof with a smile.
some ghosts were actually making out with each other and some of them were even openly fucking each other.
Yuna grimaced. "Shut off your yin-yang eyes my dear. let’s not see any ludicrous sights," she cupped his eyes.
His purply blue eyes turned normal.
Eric blinked. He moved closer to Yuna and whispered. "They were doing the dirty~ hehe."
"Yes yes, they were,"
A hand suddenly snaked around Eric’s waist pulling him back.
"Do you want to do the dirty with me," someone softly whispered in his ear.
Yuna slapped his hand away. "Who are you? How dare you touch him," she pulled Eric into her embrace. "Bodyguard," she gestured to their men.
They swiftly got the guy out of the way.
"Hey, I was only trying to hook up! what kind of rule is this? you are not allowed to touch people? Is he made of porcelain!" the guy shouted as he was escorted out.
Eric blankly blinked at him. "Who is he?"
"Some asshole. Come on, let’s continue." And started to dance happily. So did Eric.