The Only Rule

"Bro—you did all that flirting, all that smooth talking—and you didn't even ask her phone number—let alone her fucking name?! And people still call you the greatest playboy of all time. Un-believable. What a disgrace to this human race."

Tyler threw his hands up dramatically in his seat. At the bar, Liam's still talking to the bartender, deciding on the menu. Not far from them, the live music blasting through the speakers. Some people danced in the front, some chilling and drinking with their company.. Dominic on the other hand..

Stared to the band in the front, eyes blank, mind reeling. Still wondering how the hell all this could happen. At Tyler's complaint, he winced, narrowing his eyes while pointing a finger at his bro. Still hoping for any redemption as he defended, "Hey that was—" eventually speechless, he reluctantly dropped his finger as he realized he had no comeback. "Harsh."

Taking a deep breath, Dominic tried to explain to the whole table, stammering, "We were about to get there—but—nevermind. I was just—"

"—too busy gawking at her?" Liam interrupted, already back from the bar. Dominic seethed through his teeth as Tyler pinched the bridge of his nose like a disappointed parent.

"Dom—bro. How do you expect to text her? Send a pigeon? 抖阴社区 her name in the sky?"

Groaning, Hunt ran his hand through his hair. "Why're you guys such a pain in the ass?! Why is this becoming such a big deal?! Who said I'm going to text her?!"

Giving him a look of pure disbelief, Liam shrugged off his mounting irritation, advising, "We need a strategy for this—"

"Fuck! I came here just to have fun—not to plan some fuckup operation," Dominic furiously retorted.

Tyler threw his arm around Dominic's shoulder, shaking him like an older brother giving a life advice. "Nah, bro. Never thought you'd need this—but listen, I'll take any moment of glory to irritate you—so! Ok. Rule #1: Introduce yourself."

"Fuck you and your rules—"

"Rule #2: Ask her name." Tyler grinned wickedly as Dominic groaned, pushing his arm off, starting to get pissed off.

Liam snorted, nodding enthusiastically as the black haired boy sat back and continued, "And Rule #3: Don't be shy to ask for her number."

"Tryna be sarcastic, huh Cavill? Tryna be cute, huh?" Dominic nagged, rolling his eyes, clearly not amused by their antics.

Tyler smirked, "Just wanted to see your reaction—totally worth it, bro."

Watching the bickering in amusement, Wyatt laughed. However, the conversation struck a chord in him, causing him to innocently ask, "Hey! Speaking of the damned rules—Ty! How's Em?!"

Tyler's expression shifted instantly, his gesture tense. For a slight second, his eyes darted around, but he managed a quick bounce of his eyebrows as he fixed himself.

"G—good! Apparently she loves writing, so.. she's currently taking a break. She's taking writing courses,"

Wyatt laughed, "Not surprising with her delulu mind of hers."

But somehow, the air shifted when Wyatt realized what he'd just done. Again, he grimaced. Closing his eyes, he silently seethes through his teeth. Slowly.. he braced himself for turning his head..