The Only Rule

"FUCK!"

Liam shot up from his seat like he'd been electrocuted, eyes darting between Dominic—and the girl whose name turned out to be Renata—to the utterly stunned crowd. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd like a wave of disbelief. Conversations screeched to a halt, and for a split second, it felt like time itself stopped. The audience didn't know whether to laugh, or shout, or—

Renata, frozen, blinked in disbelief, her face turning deep crimson. Her friend's jaw dropped, staring in complete shock at Dominic. Across from her, Tyler's mouth hung open like a nutcracker doll.

Liam, thinking fast—well, trying to—spun around, voice shaky, stammering as he waved to the room. "He—he's drunk, everyone—!"

"No I'm not."

But Dominic didn't flinch. He stood there, as if daring the world to react—eliciting another curse to come out of Wyatt's trembling mouth. Tyler panically grabbed Liam by the collar, practically hyperventilating.

"He's mad, bro! We went too far—! We pushed him too far—!"

Then he swung to face the two girls, hands in the front in resigned apology. "Listen—uh, Renata and—" he stammered as he realized he hadn't asked for the other girl's name either, face turning desperate, he gave up, "we're so sorry—this is all our fault, okay—we picked on him too much—ok listen, we know he's short tempered but we didn't think he'd detonate in front of the entire fucking—"

"And tonight!"

Dominic's voice boomed from the stage, cutting Tyler off like a guillotine. He didn't know either whether it's the liquid courage, but he's feeling the adrenaline rushing through. his. veins!

Spreading his arms wide like he was about to deliver the performance of a lifetime, he roared, "I'll be singing her a song," pointing a finger at Renata, who was still sitting there, mortified. "Know that song? By that K-pop boy?" he looked around, clearly fishing for the title, before smugly, he tilted his head to hiss, "You know—the one about.. fucking?"

Liam dropped back into his seat like his legs had given out. His hands slapped over his face, utterly defeated. "I swear to God I'm gonna cry."

Tyler groaned, "We gotta go over there man—" but as he exchanged a look with his other bro, a knowing look flashed between them. In resignation, Cavill dropped on his seat, muttering,

"It's too late now, he'll kill us up there. Yes he will."

Meanwhile, you glanced around, baffled. How the fuck there were still girls swooning at this arrogant—no brain creature?! That's when the band on stage suddenly kicked in with the intro to 'Seven.' Why of course, the band obeyed him. The world is such a misogynistic son of a bitch.