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This will probably be the last preview before I finish the fic and post it in full. Hopefully I finish it by the end of today or tomorrow!

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“Why, Wayo Panitchayasawad, I’m not entirely heartless.”

Pete took a dainty sip of his daiquiri. “Not heartless but heart aching.”  

Ming paused mid-swig of his scotch. “Did Ai Pete just-”

“I’m not having heartache,” Tin said glaring down Pete from across the table. Pete took another dainty sip. “I’m having trouble wooing him, that’s an entirely other problem.”

“At least you’re the same age. I can’t just treat P’Arthit to anything and everything, he’d think I was treating him like someone beneath me,” Kongpob muttered as he downed a quarter of his beer. “And he likes robots. I just want to buy P’ a robot and some pink milk and watch him be happy.”

“P’Arthit likes pink milk?! You have excellent taste, Kong,” Yo said while happily grabbing the next glass offered to him. “You hold on tight to that one.”

“Just not as tight as Ai Yo. You’ve been holding on to P’Pha for five years,” said Ming. “You’re like a koala bear that has clung to the same tree for all its life!”

“That’s different! We didn’t even get together until recently!” Yo nearly slammed his glass down. “Look at you mooning over P’Kit!”

“P’KitKat is the cutest!” Ming’s eyes sparkled and Yo groaned into his glass. “He has dimples and his face is bright and lovely like the moon!”

“Ming is also like the moon,” Tin teased. “Your brain is filled with holes. You’re a perfect match.”

“Oi Ai Tin! P’KitKat is so much better than your Cantaloupe! He’s cuter in every way!”

“You’ve never even seen Cantaloupe?! He is the cutest stupid. Unlike you who is just stupid!”

“Who calls his potential boyfriend stupid?!”

“Doesn’t Khun Kit call you stupid?”

“Damn, Tin went for the kill,” Yo muttered.

“P’KIIIIT,” Ming wailed. “ACCEPT ME, P’KIT!”

“Mingkwan! Keep your damn voice down!” Tin whipped his cloth napkin at Ming’s face to get him to stop wailing. “How many times do I have to remind you to use your inside voice?”

“He’s getting drunk, Tin. He doesn’t have an inside voice,” Kongpob mumbled into his glass.

Pete looked at the glasses that had slowly been amassing during their conversation and banter. There were a lot more glasses than he remembered. Pete had never been much of a drinker so as the rest of the boys continued to down top-shelf scotch like water and wailed about boys, Pete hit the record button on his phone.

“He’s just so stubborn…” Tin was actually pouting. “I just want to buy him things. Why won’t he let me buy him things?”

“P’Arthit is the same!” Kongpob frowned. “He didn’t even like me ironing his clothes for him!”

“You actually know how to iron clothes?” Yo asked.

“Shouldn’t you be learning so you can be a good little husband for P’Pha?” Kongpob was smiling widely.

“I’m not little! I’m 178 cm!”

“I still think your father paid the doctors to lie to you,” Tin said.

“You’re the only one here who only knows how to pay people off!”

Tin groaned and ignored the insult, collapsing and resting his forehead on his arms. The waiter placed his next drink within reach anyway. “It’s how my family shows affection.”

“Buying people off?” Ming asked, cocktail stick with several cherries on it hanging off his mouth. Ming had recently moved on to drinking Old Fashioneds instead of straight scotch.

“No, buying.”

“Ahh… that is a problem.”

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“Oh, now this is juicy!” Ming shook Pete and Yo a little which prompted Pete to gently push his arm off with a tight smile and Yo to scowl before pointing at an empty table for them to all sit around. “So did they accept?” Ming asked as he practically fell into his seat. “My P’Kit won’t even take my cheap chocolates! He keeps complaining it will make him fat, but he was cute like that before too so I don’t think it’ll matter.”

Tin waved a waiter over. They were going to need drinks if this was going to get any further.

“Scotch. The best one you have. On the rocks. I’ll tip you 2000 baht if you get it here within 30 seconds.”

The waiter nodded furiously but was stopped by Yo.

“Same.”

“No pink milk?” Ming teased.

“If I have to hear you talk about P’Kit like this in front of everyone else, I’m drinking for real.”

“Oh, one for me too then! I’m not getting out done by you, E’Yo!”

“Just a beer for me,” Kongpob added. “Someone has to be reasonable.”

“Strawberry daiquiri,” Pete said with a smile. “Virgin.”

Tin snorted. “You’re not one anymore. Get the actual liquor in it.”

Pete turned as red as the drink he had just ordered and everyone else at the table laughed. “Ai Tin!” Pete threw the napkin near him at Tin’s face. “Fine, with the alcohol in it please.”

“Is your Ae going to be okay with that?”

Pete bit his lip. “I’m not driving home tonight and what Ae doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“Are you actually giving Ai Tin ammunition?” Kongpob’s expression was far too amused.

Pete sniffed before taking a sip of his water. “I have plenty of ammunition on him right now anyway and his Cantaloupe.”

“His name is Cantaloupe?” Kongpob wasn’t laughing, but his eyes were. “Is he in the IC program with you?”

Tin scowled and turned away. “He’s a Thai Program Sports Science major.”

“What happened to, ‘I’ll never trust poor people again.’ What happened to, ‘Love and trust are garbage.’” Yo leaned forward. “Doesn’t sound like the Tin Medthanan I know.”

Spots of color rose on Tin’s cheeks and he just barely restrained himself from lunging at the waiter running with their tray full of drinks. “Can is… different.” All of them threw a ridiculous number of 1000 baht bills at the waiter who looked close to tears  “Keep the drinks coming every twenty minutes and we’ll tip you some more.”

“Oi, not all of us can spend 2000 baht a drink,” Kongpob complained.

“What’s the matter? Did Khun Suthiluck cut your allowance or did you spend it on P’Arthit?” Tin teased back.

Kongpob frowned before pulling out a platinum card. Immediately all the other boys except Pete, who insisted he’d be fine with the one drink, did the same before putting it on the waiter’s tray. The waiter looked as if he’d died and gone to heaven.

“Proper drinks every ten minutes,” Kongpob instructed. “And I want a scotch next time too please.”

“And if they’re at all watered down I’ll make sure you never get another tip again,” Tin said with a glare.