Manila got invited by Makati to a KTV restaurant. Timog avenue was having a heavy traffic, Manila fixed his glasses in dismay. He relaxed his back on his seat and gazed at the window. Quezon city is really beautiful at night, there are a lot of blinking lights. Night life is great! His taxi then came to a stop. Manila paid the taxi driver then left the car.
He walked towards the KTV restaurant and waved his hand.
"Long time no see Makati." He said. "Heh, miss me?" The lean man shoved his hand on his pocket. "Nope, uhm... Why are you wearing shades at night?" Manila asked. "Dunno, I look more fashionable wearing 'em" Makati said.
"Your name reflects on your look" Manila joked. "Naw man, naw." Makati lightly punched Manila on his torso. "Shall we go inside?" Manila said while dusting off his coat. " 'Kay." The two went inside the KTV. When they finally got a room, Makati sat down on the cushion and opened the song book. "I totally wouldn't want to sing Wrecking Ball." He said as he turned to the next page. "Nor the song 'Moment like this' " Manila laughed. "I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BAAAALL!" Makati suddenly looked at his pocket. "What the actual fuck man, I thought that you don't like wrecking ball..." Manila raised a brow. "Erm... I don't know, I just-I need to pick this up, be right back." He said and rushed out of the room leaving Manila inside. Manila could hear other people sing (horribly). He stretched his arms and his legs on the sofa to feel comfortable. "I'm back!" Makati said. "Who called?" Manila asked. "Quezon city." He answered. "He'll be here in a few minutes, he said that he 's already at SM north EDSA," Makati sat down and crossed his legs.
"Traffic I guess." he continued.
"So, wanna sing?"
"Game." Manila nodded.
Both of them grabbed a mic and picked a song.
"Wrecking ball? Seriously?" Manila said.
"Yeah." Makati nodded.
"First one to get out of tune will wear skirts for a week." Manila said.
"Let's do this." Makati leaned closer to his mic.
-next day-
"I think pink would look great on you." Makati snickered, holding up a frilly pink skirt.
"Kilts are a better choice." Manila said.
"But those are still skirts." Makati argued.
"I know, but those are for men." Manila said.
"Plus, frilly pink skirts are hella gay."
"But pink and frills are for everyone, including youuu." Makati pointed at Manila, with sass.
"Ey, ey, ey, what'cha buying?" Quezon city put his arms around Manila's shoulders.
"Skirts." Makati smirked.
"Oh please, I only have, like, 0.01% of pride left." Manila groaned.
"Oh come on, Manila. Everything looks good on you, including skirts." Quezon city smiled.
"Bruh, no homo." Manila blushed and pushed Quezon city away.
"Who intended that it was gay? Aye?" Makati laughed.
Nobody even noticed the sweat dropping saleslady.