Chezca Mendoza
Napahinto ako nang huminto ang kotse namin sa tapat ng Obsidian Noir, isang mamahaling bar dito sa Quezon City. I knew this bar very well—it was one of Stanley's properties.
Agad kong nilingon si Badong sa tabi ko.
"D-Dito ba tayo pupunta?" tanong ko.
Nakangiti naman siyang tumango. "Yes. Why? Haven't you been to bars before? Don't tell me you don't drink. Puwede naman tayong hindi tumuloy."
"N-No!" agad kong sagot. "I-I mean, I do drink, of course, and in case you didn't know, I've actually been coming to this bar quite often before. Nagtaka lang ako, at akala ko ay alam mo na dito ako madalas magtungo dati."
"Really?" Lumarawan naman kaagad ang saya sa kanyang mukha. "One of your bodyguards actually suggested it to me earlier. I asked them where the good bars around
