“No wayyy!!” shouts Erik in excitement and giggles.

“YES WAY!” yells Charlie a little drunkenly.

“Mm- no, no way! I don’t believe you. Uncle Roland will nevaahhh,” denies Erik.

“I’m telling you! He threw himself into the ocean and didn’t come out for 60 fricking seconds!” says Charlie.

“Ah c’mon!” says Erik.

“Yaaa, I am telling you the truuuuuth,” slurs Charlie in a pleading manner.

“Oof, fine, fine, I believe you,” replies Erik.

Charlie turns around towards the front of the balcony, crosses his arm on the railing, and rests his head on his arms. He exhales and inhales from his mouth once again.

Erik peaks at him and sees Charlie’s hair waving with his eyes gazing at the admirable view of the city, glowing on this pitched-black chilly night.

Erik is all red. He can’t take his eyes of Charlie. He feels as if the pretty lovely man in front of him will be gone in just a blink of an eye.

Charlie takes a sneak peak at him. He chuckles since Erik doesn’t even realize how flushed he is right now.

How can someone be so pretty….I wish I could hold him in my arms forever and stay just like that in this chilly night in each other’s warmth.

'Ahh…he’s too pretty. I just want him to be with me', thinks Erik deeply.

Charlie snaps his fingers and boops Charlie’s nose.

“Earth to Erik!” says Charlie.

“Ack, sorry I zoned out,” apologizes Erik.

“Hmm, why were you looking at me like that?” Charlie asks as he tilts and turns his head around towards Erik with a smirk.

“Like what?” asks Erik.

“Like all lovey-dovey, the way couple sees each other,” explains Charlie.

“I mean…we are practically a coup- OUCH OW!!” Charlie pinches Erik before he can finish his statement.

“I mean, I know of course you can’t stop looking. I’m a very handsome man!” Charlie brags, standing still with his head up high, eyes closed, one hand on his chin, and the other on his waist. He smiles proudly.

“Conceited much,” says Erik flippantly.

“You’re the one who complimented me,” shoots Charlie.

“And I regret it,” replies Erik, facing towards the city with his elbows resting on the railing.

Charlie gives off a big smirk, gets closer to Erik, and places his elbow on the railing, resting his face on his hand. His legs cross and one of his hands rests on his self waist.

“Do you?” Charlie teases.

“Yes, I do,” says Erik, moving his faces closer to Charlie’s with a smirk.

“Uh huhh, sure. Sure, you do,” says Charlie sarcastically.

“I reall-” Erik gets interrupted by the waiter.

“Sirs, may I get you something to drink?” a waiter comes and asks respectfully as he interrupts Erik.

“Yes, may I have a wine. Please?” tells Charlie nicely.

“Yes sir. What about you Mr. Davis Anderson?” asks waiter.

“A vodk- mm no- a wine? Maybe? Wait no. I want a martini please,” replies Erik all confused.

“Yes sir,” says the waiter.

Erik takes a sneak peak at Charlie looking all surprised and disgusted at the same time.

He asks, confused, “What…what’s wrong?”

Charlie pulls him down and hugs his head as he says, “It’s OK big guy, don’t worry too much. Rich people stuff, you know? Its nothing. Calm down.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Erik asks as he struggles to get away from Charlie.

“Respect! That man gave you respect! That must have been too much for you right? I mean, you don’t deserve respect nor anyone does respect you. So it must have been too much to take it in” Charlie says all proud and snarky.

Erik pinches Charlie’s face with an annoyed smile.

“Huh, so that’s what you meant. You little shit,” Erik says as he stretches his cheeks harder.

“Ow ow owww!! It hurtshh!” Charlie kicks Erik away and rubs his face with his hands, whining.

“Oof.” Erik crosses his arms.

“Look what you did! Take responsibility! My handsome face,” Charlie gets closer to Erik, takes his hands, and places it on his face.

Erik squishes his face altogether, getting Charlie mad all over again.

Charlie takes off his shoe and throws it at Erik but misses. His shoe falls into the pond right under them.

“GODDANGIT! I AM HALF-SHOELESS BECAUSE OF YOU!” Charlie yells as he hammers Erik.

 Erik starts laughing loudly, his eyes are watery.

Meanwhile with the waiter…

“So what if he took martini? Just pour the drug in it. No big deal.”

“I don’t have any drug packs left. They’re all finished.”

“…What? What do you mean, you don’t? I sent you 3 FRICKING BOXES FULL OF IT! WHERE THE HELL IS IT?!!”

“One box is done with. Two boxes I put up on the top of the Auberg’s name.”

“Then go and get them.”

“The heirs are in the balcony! I’m gonna get killed.”

“…You, YOU HAD ONE STUPID JOB!”

“I’m sorry.”

“GODAMNIT! Ugh! Fine, just come here. We’ll talk about it.”