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"Well I do not think anyone can believe that, because merely looking at you, any body would conclude that it's either you are my driver or a personal guard. Anyways it's good to hear you brag, at least today you did not act so timid."
Clinton squeezed his face, "quite true because I am a jovial person and you are a wicked soul."
Ethan gave him a cold stare, "I am not wicked.."
"I am sorry for taking your time, gentlemen, I needed to attend to the first set of people," the waitress interrupted, as she dropped a tray of alcoholic drinks and sausage rolls with pizza.
"I do not know if you like my combination, but this was the only thing I could think of."
"You can go, we like it," Clinton spoke up immediately. "The combination is very good, I don't like eating pizzas but my friend over here loves it a lot, as for the sausage rolls, he does not like them but I like it a lot," he added.
"You have brought us a nice food combination, thanks," Ethan said to her, faking a huge smile on his face.
The waitress smiled too, "you are welcome sir." In a twinkle of an she was gone.
Ethan couldn't hold back the laughter anymore, he let them all out, when he was the waitress was out of sight. "Now I hope you get to see why I said all women are fools. None of us likes any of this stuffs she brought. It was actually good that you had talked to her first, if not I would have slammed the tray of food on her face, she was indeed a stupid girl?"
"I just wish that Agnes could change you, because she's the only miracle we need," Clinton said out amidst his laughter.
"Change me for better or for worse? Forget about changing me, because my mom has changed me already and I am very glad she did, at least now I understood the type of people women are."
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Next day...
Ethan and Clinton weren't done with their get together. They met again the next day in a hotel this time around.
"I think it is time to take the next step in Agnes's life," Ethan said to his friend.
"What do you mean by taking the next step?" Clinton asked him, staring at him in confusion.
"Agnes's birthday is coming up very soon and I plan on throwing a big birthday party for her. I also plan on taking our relationship to the next step on that day," Ethan told him, with a smirk on his face.
"You mean, you want to get married to her on that day too?" Clinton voiced out, with happiness written all over his face.
Ethan looked at him and let out a sigh.
"I plan on getting her engaged to me on that day and not marrying her."
"Wait a minute, are trying to tell me that you want to propose to her, Ethan do you mean you plan to organize a party for her and then propose to her that same place and in front of the whole guest?" Clint asked sipping his wine.
"Yeah, why not. I would love to see it go public,. Her birthday is coming up on the sixth of January next year, that is when I intend on proposing marriage to her and I am very very sure that she will accept. She is way head over hills for me," Ethan replied. "Even if she wanted to reject, seeing the whole crowd looking so expectant, she would surely not reject me."
"Alright, if you say so. When will the wedding take place?" His friend asked further.
"Four months after I propose to her. May or June," Ethan said in a haste.
"Isn't that too far? Why not get married to her a month after the engagement?" Clinton asked in inquisitivity.
"And who told you I am ripe and ready to be in bondage with that sarcastic woman? If I had it my way I would prefer marry her two days before my dad's 50th birthday." Ethan said, and sipped the drink in his hand.
" I can see that you are real damn Serious. Luckily for you, you will get your heart desires and that poor, innocent fellow, your little pawn will end up feeling so so devastated. The plan is quite good but I hope you do not get damned for making that poor girl suffer, Ethan."
"I will not get damned, Clint. So you had better stop bothering yourself," Ethan said, feeling a little bit annoyed.
"But don't you have any single feeling it attraction towards that girl?" Clinton inquired, staring intently at his friend.
"I do have a feeling for her," Ethan answered darkly. "A feeling of hatred, anger and wickedness towards her. The day I end up loving that girl, I will be very sorry at myself for being so stupid to have made such a mistake.
"Hmm, you better watch out man, Ethan it's getting late, we should probably starting home, I do not want your dad scolding you like he always does whenever you are home late."
"He will not do anything and even if he did, it would not still remove a flesh from my skin, he will only scold me and the next day he will totally forget about it," Ethan said, incredously. "A few minutes more and we will be heading straight home, so just chill and let us enjoy the night."
"Listen Ethan, you better stop drinking or you will get drunk and I do not want that to happen. I can still vividly remember what trouble you caused for the last time you got drunk. You have finished four bottles of rum already, Ethan you have to stop now." Clinton said, snatching the fifth bottle from his hand.
Ethan picked up another bottle. "Clinton can you for once stop being a scared little baby and enjoy the night. It comes once in a while," Ethan said sipping his wine.
"What about Agnes, are you not supposed to call her? Remember you are her boyfriend." Clinton spoke up.
"Acting boyfriend you mean. Why are you acting like a relationship advicer, please enough of your lectures, you can call her yourself, if you care so much about her. As for me, I do not want to ruin this night Her name just makes me feel so sick, that I want to throw up," Ethan said reproachfully.
Clinton hit his hand on his forehead in a disappointed manner, "what kind of person did I get as a best friend?" He muttered, with his lips clicked together.
"Did I hear you say something?" Ethan asked him..
"No not at all," Clinton replied to him, scratching his head..