imagine this…

You and your friends are at a club, having a jolly good time trying to intoxicate the birthday girl the best you can. There is a bottle of whiskey being shared around the table. Drink drink drink, happy happy happy.

Soon it is time for another bottle, so your friend order and pay for the second bottle, the cost to be shared with you. Sort of like doing your bit for the drink drink happy happy part. It’s okay, you like doing your bit.

Then a guy whom you met only once joins the party and he brought a friend with him. Okay drink, happy, drink, happy.

But his friend keeps drinking and drinking and drinking and drinking, and within 30 minutes finishes the entire bottle which still had half of its content the last you checked.

You get pissy because that is not sharing; that is drinking the entire content of the bottle by your fucking self, leaving nothing for other people. But the two guys gets (obviously) happy and goes off to dance near the DJ booth.

So you and your friend decides to collect money from the two guys as it is only fair that they pay for their share. And it was a huge chunk of share too. But you and your friend decides to collect only RM50 from each of the two guys.

When the guy whom you only met once comes back, his friend is nowhere to be seen. The following conversation ensues:

Guy: We are going to make a move soon, got to work tomorrow.
You: Oh okay. Hey I’m a gonna collect RM50 from you and your friend, for your share of the bottle
Guy: Oh okay, I don’t have any money with me now, I’m going to ask my friend to pay first
You: Oh okay.

He proceeds to take out his mobile phone and dials a number. You assume that he is calling his friend to pass him the moolah to you before they take off. Then apparently the loud music hinders his ability to hear the person on the other line. So he gets up, makes a hand gesture to you indicating that he is going to take the call outside because it is too noisy inside, and proceeds to fuck off.

And never comes back.

Dude, that was quite a dumb thing to do, especially when you have told people your name, where you work, the nature of your job, and given out your mobile number. And running away, risking future gatherings all for what, RM100??

Next time if you and your friend wants to clear the bar, do it on your own expense account. Fucking freeloaders…

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