Chapter 2

"We've arrived", Peter pulled into the parking lot of what seemed like a hotel. We got down from the car and with Peter leading the way, we entered the reception. I looked around and realised there were so many guards at the entrance. I had an ill- feeling about this place.

"Your table has been reserved", a young pretty lady in transparent dress approached us with drinks on a tray. All the guys in our company were struck in awe as they gazed at the lady who was seductively dressed and making eye- contact with Peter in an uncanny manner. I concluded in my head this must be a place for prostitutes and low-lifes.

"Boys, let's settle down and enjoy our drinks, We can't let it go waste". Jordan my other friend who had been quiet all along whiles in the car finally spoke up. We all headed to the section of the lobby where nicely and beautifully carved bamboo tables and chairs had been neatly arranged.

"Cheers to our very own handsome, intelligent, rich and somewhat weird birthday boy". Peter echoed loudly and everyone at the table raised their glasses in unison and shouted a "Happy Birthday To Me".

I smiled and took a sip of my drink only to realize it was alcoholic and having had some not so good experience with alcohol sometime back, I immediately spat it out and wiped my mouth with the tissue.

"Come on, Stop being a mummy's boy and chill." Peter patted me on the back and topped up my drink. I had no option than to gulp it down as the other guys at the table were all looking at me now.

After some rounds of alcohol and khebab, I felt my head spinning and everything looking smaller than before. I was drunk!

"Now to the surprise", Peter stood up with a blindfold in his hands and told me to close my eyes. I did, and he blindfolded me and with the help of two other guys at the table, got me on my feet.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked Peter who only whispered in my ear that today was going to be a memorable day for me. Afterall I was drunk and who cared anyways what the surprise was.