Under the brilliant night sky, a more brilliant silver Lamborghini roared its way into the driveway of the Palace Hotel. Heads of bystanders turned, and hotel staff perked up from their spots, eager for a tip.

The driver's seat slid upward, and Andrew stepped out decked in a thick, giant, black fur coat and lavish accessories. He lobbed the keys high in the air to the Valet without sparing a glance and linked his arm to Sir Allen who stepped out from the driver's seat. He came off as a mafia drug lord in his shades and their couple butterfly earrings.

-~-~-

This morning In a jewelry store, while searching for the loudest accessories available. Andrew had asked Sir Allen. "Now that you're dedicated to being a rebel and all. And you finally have that tattoo like a gangsta. Is there anything else you've always wanted to do but couldn't?"

Sir Allen contemplated. "I have always played around with the idea of having my ears pierced."

Andrew gasped and his face lit up in delight. "Me too! I've always wanted to do it. But I haven't had the chance because you must wear it for a couple of days, and someone keeps interrupting my extended leaves."

"And that someone will buy you your first diamond."

"Apology accepted. Now, someone ring up these shiny butterfly studs, so my hubby and I can get couples piercing."

-~-~-

More heads turned as the duo crossed the hotel lobby and sauntered up to the elevator. Andrew handed over a hundred pesos bill to the elevator concierge and said, "Roof deck, please."

As the elevator went up, Andrew whispered to Sir Allen. "Remember, act like you're a spoiled kid in college who's being a rebel just for kicks, except your way richer and healthier than your peers, so harmful activities are nothing to you. Remember you have to be a disappointment."

"Why are your examples always so specific."

"You trained me to be that way."

"Touché."

The elevator doors slid open and the pair stepped out into a lavish restaurant. The soft yellow lights from the lamps gave a film of luminescence for the whole interior. The music from the string quartet was accompanied by the mellow murmurs of the diners in their suits and evening dresses. Needless to say, their heads turned on the arrival of the flamboyant couple with loud but branded outfits.

A receptionist approached them. Andrew nudged Sir Allen with his elbow. He cleared his throat.

"Yes, dear. Remember these faces, remember these clothes, because we don't wait for anybody but ourselves...And yes we do have reservations under Lopez for five."

Andrew shook his head, disappointed at Sir Allen's weak portrayal of a rude customer. You would think that a man who could make his employees cry with a glare could muster up some rudeness for his benefit.

They were led to a table where the Lopez parents were engaged in a one-sided conversation with their youngest son, Luiz, who replied to their inquiries about his life with grunts and stabs on his steak with his fork. He was the least lax out of the three. His back was ramrod straight. Elbows just outside the edge of the table. Feet flat on the ground. While the two parents leaned closer with expectant faces.

"Any girlfriends in your life son? Or a boyfriend?" Mr. Luiz asked Luiz.

"No." Another stab to his meal.

Mrs. Lopez flashed a comforting smile as she patted his elbow. "It's alright, son. No rush. Love can come by chance at any point in our lives—Speaking of love. Here are...our...lovebirds."

The family stilled. They unabashedly ogled the pair. Was the faux fur coat too much? Andrew circled the table and air-kissed Mrs. Lopez on the cheeks and offered a deep bow to Mr. Lopez.

"Ah, Alfonso. I'm not Chinese," mumbled Mr. Lopez astonished, but he still bowed in response, nonetheless. Andrew tried to ruffle Luiz's styled hair, but he slapped Andrew's hands away.

"Stop it. Just go to your seats. We've been waiting quite a while."

"So sorry we're late," said Andrew as they took their seats. "We actually didn't want to come."

After a tense pause, Andrew burst out in laughter.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Hubby here just couldn't get his hands off of me—" He winked at Mrs. Lopez. "—And he was also getting down from his high, so I had to splash some water in hubby's face."

Mr. Lopez clutched Mrs. Lopez's hand. Mrs. Lopez worked up a half-smile half-frown, clutching at pearl necklace expression. "Coming down from his high?"

"Oh, don't worry, mother. It was only recreational marijuana, no harm at all. Sir Allen just loves his greens." Andrew held his breath in anticipation if Mrs. And Mr. Lopez would finally bite the bullet and burst in parental outrage.

Except they didn't. What came out was high-pitched laughter from Mrs. Lopez followed by Mr. Lopez's stuttered laughter. "Aha. Wonderful," he said.

"That's good," said Mrs. Lopez to Sir Allen. "It's always best to get out of the house sobered up and proper. Let's order your dinner, shall we?" Mr. Lopez hurriedly called down a waiter.

Andrew leaned back on his seat and he heard a sigh. Initially, he thought it came from Sir Allen, but to Andrew's surprise, it was from Luiz himself as it was paired by a not-so-subtle slam of his silvers down on the table.

Interesting.

The waiter had arrived and asked for their order. After a brief glance at the menu, Sir Allen passed it back to the waiter and said, "We'll have the most expensive dish on the menu." Sir Allen swiped the menu from Andrew's reluctant hand and gave it to the waiter. Andrew had wanted to eat seafood pasta, but it's alright as long he gets to eat something expensive. Oh, before he forgot.

"We'll also have your strongest cocktail, please," Andrew mock-whispered to the waiter. "Oh, and some hot water with ice cubes please." The waiter blinked rapidly but his smile never faltered even as walked away. He was going to spit on their drinks, Andrew was sure of it. He should take some money from Sir Allen's credit line and give some to the staff tomorrow.

Andrew smiled at the family members who watched the whole scene. Oh, Andrew had more. He brushed some imaginary dirt on Sir Allen's ear and tapped the diamond butterfly stud. Andrew combed his hair back on his left ear to show off the matching stud.

But it looked like the parents were still reeling in from the fact that their eldest son had imaginarily partaken in some marijuana to notice that said son had pierced his earlobe. Any Asian parents would be spewing venom by now, but not the Lopez's.

Mr. Lopez's small lips curled upwards as he tried to steal Sir Allen's attention. Once he got it, he grinned at Sir Allen. "Congratulations for being the smartest homo! Didn't know there was such a thing."

Mrs. Lopez lit up at the mention of their night at Pride Alley. "Yes, yes, we saw the photos you sent. What a nice party."

Andrew leaned across the table and said, "It was a blast. Hubby here was the last man standing," Andrew giggled. "He even downed a pitcher of margarita before he passed out."

Sir Allen quirked his eyebrow at Andrew. He stepped on Sir Allen's foot.

"Ah, yes. I remember now," Sir Allen gave a side-long glance at Andrew. His lips did that thing again where it tried to smile but it came off as sadistic and hot. "I stood on the table with the whole club watching me, and I swallowed down litters of alcohol like I was a man in the middle of a desert who just found a pond of water."

A bubble of laughter rose from Andrew. He threw a sideway glance to Sir Allen as he said, "And he enjoyed every minute of it."

Andrew continued retelling the story They were meant to be stories of disappointment on how Sir Allen had gone astray from the corporate road of the rich, but the parents enjoyed every listening to it. They even clapped their hands together in joy. Which was the opposite of what Andrew wanted.

"Then he fainted, and I had to drag his body across the cab." Andrew acted out the gesture, wildly. For everyone to see and hear. "Who knew your son had a v-cut? All that disappointment he feels towards his co-workers does a body good."

"Just like some thug," Luiz spit out, his lip curled in distaste. "The great Allen, the future CEO, getting wasted in some dirty alley. I can already hear the stocks dip."

Andrew's jaw dropped in glee. Didn't expect that to come out from the younger brother. To be honest, Andrew had already discounted Luiz out of the plan, but that was his mistake.

While working as Sir Allen's secretary, Andrew had perceived Luiz as the younger brother who suddenly worked for a different corporation to prove himself. His sleek appearance and cut-throat manner had always given him an air of authority. Match that with a set of piercing eyes hidden behind his lenses, you get the perfect corporate employee. If Sir Allen was a raging fire that could burn you, Luiz was a chilling ice cube with an inferiority complex.

Under the table, Andrew nudged Sir Allen with his knee. Multiple times. Andrew leaned closer to Luiz and smirked. Which only riled up Luiz further.

"If you think that's gangster," Andrew chimed in. "You should see his freakin' tattoo. Not only is it hot. It's full-on street thug. Com'n babe, show them."

Andrew observed Luiz's expression as his hands fumbled around with Sir Allen to take off his clothes. Andrew's hands battled with Sir Allen's. Finally, Andrew's finger latched on to one of the buttons of Sir Allen's polo.

"Get a load of this!" Andrew exclaimed as he pulled hard on Sir Allen's polo.

A plastic button missiled through the air like a projectile and hit the flaming cocktail glass atop a waiter's tray. The waiter flinched and Andrew's drink tipped over and crashed down into a vacant table. The tablecloth caught fire.

The Lopez parents stood still while Luiz pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out an exasperated sigh. They all watched the hotel staff put out the fire with surprising agility and elegance.

"Wow. You literally put something on fire because of your hot chest. I thought it would happen because you're a terrible boss."

Sir Allen peered down on himself and noticed the top of his polo was open. He quickly covered himself up.

-~-~-

The pair momentarily retreated to the men's bathroom. Andrew was inside a cubicle. He patted down his sweat-soaked body with tissues. His fur coat hanging on the door hook, momentarily forgotten.

"We literally set something on fire and your parents are still okay with it," said Andrew loud enough for Sir Allen to hear. Andrew heard the running water from the faucet squeak to a stop. "But they're obviously cracking underneath."

"That was a bit excessive, wasn't it?" Sir Allen replied to him. "But you are right. I see a crack. There must be a limit to what they can accept. I did not realize they were so...open." After a beat, Sir Allen continued, "What are your thoughts on the hotel?"

Andrew undid some of his top buttons and wiped off the sweat on his underarms. "Are you propositioning me while I'm wiping my armpits?"

"Dad's planning to buy this hotel. That's why they wanted to have dinner here. To check it out for themselves."

"Aside from the glaring fire hazards presented, it could do with some interior renovations. But you should stop thinking about this stuff. You're not going to be in the company for long. I'm sure we're close to making your parents disappointed. Just a little more. I think when we go back out there, we should—" Andrew had more to say on the matter, but he immediately clamped down his mouth when someone slammed the bathroom door open. Andrew couldn't see who it was, but the footsteps sounded angry. He raised his feet so it wouldn't be visible because it sounded like a confrontation. Was it Mr. Lopez?

"What are you playing at?"

"What do you mean, Luiz?"

"Don't play dumb, big brother. The guy who's never acted out, never dated anyone, or never even shown any interest in anything, the son who's always been perfect. Suddenly announces he's gay, sends photos of him wasted in some corner alley, and gets pierced and tattooed. You're not like this! So tell me what you're up to!"

"This has always been me, Luiz. Now everything's just out in the open."

He probably meant being gay, but who knew if Sir Allen was really a drunkard. He just has a low tolerance, nothing wrong with that.

"And how would you know I didn't date anyone before?"

Luiz's face scrunched in anger. "I know you tried your best to ignore me, but we went to college together, remember? The perfect older brother, always at the top of his class? Never bothered to talk to anyone."

"It's not like that."

Luiz scoffed. "Having the comfort of knowing you've secured position; you think you can start doing whatever the hell you want. Even this post-teen rebellious stage of yours. You can't even bring someone decent to the dinner table. And don't think that mom and dad will accept everything you do."

Rude-ass punk. But, well, that was the plan all along. Still, he did a small victory dance of biting his lips and thumping his hands in the air.

"Who I choose to love is none of your business," hissed Sir Allen. "Where is this all coming from anyway? Do you aspire for the position?"

"And what's wrong with that!" Luiz belted out. "The second son wants the presidency. I want to be the president, but because you were the firstborn and the stupid mindset of this family. It hadn't even been a discussion. And I know I can do so much better! I have the skills to prove it. I'm different than you!"

That's new. Andrew never knew that about Luiz. The one thing that Luiz is painstakingly fighting for; the presidency, was the one thing Sir Allen was trying to discard. Andrew didn't know that Luiz wanted to be the president. And based on Sir Allen's quiet reaction, he didn't know too. Everything makes sense now. He had mistaken Luiz's reaction as an inferiority complex to his brother's success, but it may be an eagerness to prove himself and step out from his untouchable brother's enormous shadow.

Sir Allen should just comfort the guy. They were brothers for fucks sake. Wait, was Luiz single? Andrew did like a man with motivation.

"Then it is yours," said Sir Allen, softly.

Luiz clicked his tongue. "Not everyone can be mommy's favorite perfect child."

Sir Allen heaved a sigh. "They do not have a favorite child, Luiz. They love us equally."

"Oh yeah," replied Luiz, unconvinced. "If I sent a photo of myself passed out with my gold-digger boyfriend I would have probably been disowned by now. But no, the moment you do it. They had suddenly transformed into these warm and fuzzy parents that we didn't grow up with."

Their conversation was cut by someone who slammed the door open. Again. Is the only way rich people know to open the door is by slamming it open? No wonder Sir Allen always breaks the doors in the office.

"Well well well, if it isn't the Lopez siblings." A girl with a shrill, nasal voice.

"The old grumpy one and the young one who likes to glare." A man with a voice like a foghorn. Two sets of annoying voices joined the comfort room rumble, but they were thoroughly ignored by the brothers. Andrew took out his phone and started audio recording. He placed it inside the pocket of his fur coat.

"Ignore us all you want, but I saw your little fiasco out there with your arm candy, Allen. Or should I say that trash candy?" The man burst into laughter comparable to an asthma attack. All inhale and wheeze.

"Oh, brother. You're so mean, he wasn't that bad," said the woman who stifled her laughter. "We didn't know you had such...a unique taste in boyfriends, Allen. Didn't even know you were gay. Or have you finally gone sideways after you heard your employees were getting poached by illegal online lenders?"

"Oh, I almost forgot about the misplaced journalists during the groundbreaking, how silly, whatever happened that day?"

How the hell did they know that? Those damned journalists and their potty mouths. Andrew couldn't see why Sir Allen nor Luiz wasn't fighting back. Or were they trying to not make a scene?

"Maybe too busy fooling around with that secretary of his that follows him around," said the woman.

Andrew caressed his left cheek with his right hand. He breathed out a calming breath.

"I've always wondered how a person with such a low pedigree could land a job like that. Now we—" She was cut off by the echoing sound of skin hitting skin, loud and clear inside the comfort room. Andrew had clenched his jaw and threw a slap across his own face.

When it was all quiet. Andrew kicked the cubicle door open, and it slammed harshly on the man's body. Andrew noticed Sir Allen's raised fist immobile in the air.

The girl whom Andrew finally recognized as Michelle Ceron, cousins of the Lopez's. Her smokey-eye makeup told the world everything it needed to know about her. Her smug brother, Alex, raised himself, jutted his finger towards Andrew, and spewed out a litany of curse words.

"You gold-digging, drug-addicted whore, how dare you! I'll sue your ass!"

Though it did feel good to be called a whore and finally get screamed at by someone rich, Andrew ignored him and went to the sink. He turned on the faucet and splashed his face with water.

"How would you sue me?" He asked Alex. "When it was you who slapped me first? And just threw water to my face?" Andrew angled his face to show the pretty red mark across his cheek.

"You have no proof," said Michelle with her chest puffed out in confidence.

Andrew took out his phone and placed it atop the counter. The screen lit up and displayed its ongoing audio recording. Andrew pressed stop. Andrew glanced behind his shoulder and winked at Sir Allen and Luiz.

"Listen here you little spoiled, entitled brats who never worked a day in their lives. Just because you think being bitchy is a personality trait, does not mean you can walk up your unemployed ass in this joint, and spend your daddy's money as if it was yours. And don't dare to say I look like an addict when you were the one who semi-regularly checks in to rehab."

Alex moved his mouth like fish out of water. He glanced at Allen then glared at Andrew, but Andrew let him think of a comeback as to give Alex a fair chance. Poor little rich kid must have wrecked his shallow vocabulary for something to reply.

"You, you, you." Everyone waited as he clenched his jaw and shook his arm. "Poor gold-digger."

"Oh, burn, ouch. That hurts. You dug deep for that one, didn't ya? And now according to the CCTV outside, you just pushed me out and threw me to the wall. Or you can go ahead and just bend over and die in the next two seconds,"

"What?"

Two seconds had passed. Andrew grabbed Alex's ugly wrists—nice leather watch, by the way— and shoved them into Andrew's collar. Alex took a step back with his eyes and hands wide open. Andrew smirked. He pulled them both as he walked backwards into the door with everyone left aghast.