Chapter 83: Not the same
"Do you think he is coming?" Anton poured himself a glass of vodka on the small bar counter. "Or would he be busy trying to persuade Fil to attend his grandfather’s party?"
"I don’t know, and I don’t care." Michael, who was busy finding his spot around the billiards, remarked sarcastically. He bent over, positioning his cue stick. "He can take Marianne with him to his grandfather’s birthday party if she can’t. What’s the difference?"
"The difference is his grandfather might break his leg this time after the grand birthday party." Anton leaned his back against the bar counter, taking a shot, and hissed in satisfaction. "Is Marcus coming?"
"He said... he might."
"They still hadn’t made up?"
"Do they ever make up?" Michael took a shot and cheered when the ball entered one of the side pockets. "From what I know, they just suddenly talk to each other as if nothing happened."
Anton rocked his head and pressed his lips. "Make sense."
"Moreover, they would never fight over a woman." Michael straightened his back and shifted his eyes to the man on the bar counter. "It’s stupid. There are so many women around. Why fight over one when they can have them all?"
"You truly are a screw-up, huh?" Anton scrunched up his nose while Michael shrugged nonchalantly.
"I’m just a rational man." Michael picked up the chalk, rubbing it at the end of his pool stick while walking around the billiard table. "It’s not worth it. Fil might be attractive, probably in the same category as what I call the rare finds, but still not worth enough fighting for."
"This is why you got no proper relationship."