Extra 2: Meeting with Dave
"I'm old enough to drink, but you ..." Arthur trailed off, having no interest in continuing.
Beside him, Evander drank the beer nonchalantly. "I'm old enough too."
Arthur didn't want to argue with this teenager and didn't care. They walked into the hotpot restaurant almost in the middle of the night and Arthur had ordered some cheap beer. At first it was just Arthur who wanted to come, but out of nowhere Evander appeared.
They had known each other for a year—Evander, to be precise, who acted all too familiar to him.
Because for him Evander was not a threat, so Arthur never kicked him out. Especially since the two elderly couples in whose house he lived died.
Arthur had wanted to leave the house, but after five months of waiting, no relatives had come to see the frail old couple. Somehow Evander eventually arranged for the land ownership of the house to be changed in his name.
"I'll pour it for you," Evander said as Arthur almost took hold of the bottle.
Arthur was silent.
"Cheers."
Evander raised his glass high and smashed their glasses together. The expressions of the two were calm as they drank the cheap beer.
"It feels really weird. But it's okay." Evander poured some more and knocked his glass against Arthur's empty glass, smiling crookedly.
Arthur didn't respond.
The night air was cold. They deliberately took a place outside to get fresh air too. By drinking this beer, their bodies immediately warmed up. Not many people ate at the hotpot restaurant last night. If anything, it's a bunch of guys just looking to get drunk. One of them was Arthur.
Today coincides with the death of his mother. He just wanted to get drunk to forget the bad memories.
"Let me join!"
Suddenly a drunken youth came to their table. The smell of alcohol on his body was overwhelming and he immediately sat down at the empty table, reached for the bowl and took the meat.
Arthur and Evander, "???"
The arrival of a sudden guest like this, made them dazed for a moment. In an instant the meat in the pot was gone.
"That meat is so hot. How did the kid eat it all? His mouth didn't burn?" mocked Evander while eating the sugar beans he ordered earlier.
Arthur also thought the same thing.
The two of them did not chase the young man away. Instead, let all the food on the table run out. It was only when Arthur looked at him that he really looked like a child.
"If you're full, leave quickly." Evander lightly kicked the young man's leg under the table.
The young man showed Evander a drunken face, his eyes crossed. "Hey, buddy! Come on, get drunk. Pour me another drink. We're best friends, right?"
"Who is your best friend? I'm your father," said Evander.
The young man didn't care and put his arm around Evander's shoulder in a familiar manner. "Come on, buddy. My daddy's in the house thinking about how to cheat on my mom. He's an asshole!"
Drunk people like to talk nonsense, but this young man seems a bit strange.
"Get out." Evander kicked him down.
When the young man wanted to approach Evander again, the bodyguard watching over his young master finally grabbed the young man's two hands.
"Eh, who are you? You are my dad and mom? Dad, Mom, I'm not coming home!" The young man struggled, then hiccuped loudly, his body dangling in the bodyguard's strong arms.
"Yes, they are your father and mother. Go home with them, son." Evander was indifferent.
"He's not drunk."
Evander looked at Arthur after hearing these words, then at the young man. "Is that true?"
The youth babbled, "Daddy, Mommy, I don't want to go home. You two are so poor. I hate poverty ............... I'm rich........... ......."
Now Evander believed. "How do you know he's not drunk?"
"His clothes are wet."
"What does wet clothes have to do with sober?"
Arthur poured his beer into his glass and drank undisturbed.
Evander crossed his arms. "Actually I also know that he is not drunk. His acting is very bad."
The young man ranted again, saying his father was a gambler and wanted to sell him, but he only wanted to live in a rich family's palace, so his father beat him with a whip.
——This made Evander even more sure that his acting was really bad.
Evander said, "Then you can replace me living in my house. I'm rich."
The young man, "..."
Arthur finally finished drinking and looked at the young man seriously. "Why are you pouring beer on your shirt?"
The young man did not answer, pretending to be dead.
Evander gave a code to his bodyguards and one of the bodyguards sniffed the young man's clothes where it was wet. "Young Master, it reeks of alcohol."
Evander immediately scoffed. "Your acting is bad and you mess up the table in this way. So uncool. If you dare, you should come with a knife and threaten us."
His tone was mocking, but his expression wasn't mocking at all. He looked like a teacher giving advice to his naughty student.
Arthur did not understand this young master's personality.
The young man, finally caught off guard, immediately confessed, "If I do what you asked, you all won't be able to survive. Don't challenge me!"
Now his character has become bad.
Evander was still calm. "I don't care. Take him to the police station or a mental hospital."
The bodyguard immediately complied with his order. "Yes, Young Master." Then dragged the young man no matter how he rebelled.
"Wait! Hey, wait! You arrogant rich people don't care about poor people who are starving! I just asked for some meat and you took me to the police station?! I hope you fall poor tonight too, huh!"
Evander's lips finally twitched.
"Let him go," Arthur said.
The bodyguards didn't dare to let go, only able to glance at his young master until they were given the code. Finally they released the young man.
With a loud snort, the young man kicked both of the bodyguard's legs and made his way over to Arthur. "Big Brother, you're doing great! You can tell I'm not drunk! How?"
Arthur said, "Anyone could see that you were sober and deliberately drunk to get food."
The youth was sparkling. "You even know that I'm starving?"
Arthur frowned, how did he know? He only knew that this young man was pretending to be drunk to rob them of food. Not that he knew because this young man was starving.
"Big Brother, make me your apprentice! You are a very smart person. I want that kind of ability." The young man was talking nonsense again.
Arthur's mouth barely closed in shock at this.
Evander, "???"
"I know, I can't lie in front of you anymore. You must know that my father is not a gambler and I am not for sale. But they are mean to me!" The young man was embarrassed to say it.
Evander finally came to his senses from his confusion. "What's your name? Where are you from?"
The young man deliberately ignored him.
"Answer his questions," Arthur said.
"My name is Dave. Only Dave. I come from far away." Finally the young man answered.
"How old are you? You still seem like a child," Evander asked.
And the young man again ignored him.
"How old are you?"
It was Arthur's turn to ask, Dave replied excitedly, "Fifteen!"
Evander irritably knew that this young man was deliberately ignoring him and only wanted to hear if Arthur spoke. He didn't want to care anymore.
Arthur took another look at Dave's appearance. He wears a good quality t-shirt. His jeans are also a famous brand. Even though he looked shabby with dirt and probably because he hadn't bathed in a while, it looked like he was a beggar.
But Arthur could tell he wasn't a beggar.
"You had a fight with your father and ran away from home?"
While saying this, Arthur thought about himself at the age of fifteen. It was the first time his father's mistress came to the house and confessed that she was his father's legal wife.
Then when he saw Dave eating greedily the meat in the boiling pot, it was seen how the young man was really hungry. Arthur seemed to see himself almost stealing bread on the street because he was hungry.
Those memories are too bad to remember.
"You can guess this too? Brother, you are a real pro!" Dave looked at him in awe.
"You said that your father would sell you. I can also guess the same thing," Evander sneered.
Dave finally looked at the young master he thought was arrogant. "You know after this big brother said it, right? You don't really know!"
Evander elegantly said to the guard, "It's decided, send him to the mental hospital."
The two bodyguards moved again.
"Eh, uh, wait, wait. All right. I'm not going to go looking for trouble. I don't mean any harm." Dave immediately looked up. "Second brother, you're also great! You can tell I ran away from home, right? Sending me to a mental hospital would be problematic."
"Second brother?"
"Yes, you are the second brother and the big brother is my first brother. Would you like to be my brothers?"
Evander slapped the table. "Call me father. I am your father."
"Fine, Father." Dave complied sweetly.
Arthur subconsciously smiled faintly. Think these two people are quite funny. He didn't understand how he could be reunited by two people with this magical character after he intended to leave his bad memories behind. Maybe it's like fate.
Secretly, he hoped that the troubles this young man named Dave was facing weren't as bad as his own.
"You, sit on the chair." Arthur ordered Dave. "If you are hungry you can order anything. Evan will pay for everything."
Dave roughly guessed Evan was this arrogant young master. "Fine. Please help, Bro Evan."
"Father!"
"Thank you, Father."
"Hmph!" Evander snorted, ordering the bodyguard to order more beef and mushrooms for his hotpot. Serve quickly came and boiled.
Dave was still dissatisfied after stealing food before this, and he still felt hungry. Seeing those red meats slowly cooking, his saliva almost fell.
Because big brother had reminded him to eat slowly, he ate very slowly and gracefully. Really like the etiquette of eating at a large gathering table.
This made Evander laugh out loud. Dave just grinned.
After eating, Arthur stood up and walked away, saying nothing. Even Evander also left.
Dave panicked. "Hold on. May I come with you?"
The two of them ignored. Not even looking. Dave catched up—right keeping pace with Arthur.
"Big Brother, what's your name? I said I want to be your disciple!"
Arthur didn't slow down, answering, "Arthur."
"So Bro Arthur and Bro Ev—"
"Father," Evander interrupted.
"And F-Father. Can I come with you guys? Do you have a specific base and have a lot of members?" continued Dave excitedly.
Evander thought this young man was crazy and really wanted to send him to a mental hospital. What base? What member? What disciple???
But now that he thought about it, making a gang sounded interesting.
Evander then grabbed Dave's head. "Come on, you may come. I will be your father as well as your teacher."
In his heart Dave was disgusted, he didn't care about this arrogant young master at all, he only wanted to become the great big brother's disciple! But he covered his heart with a sweet smile.
"Okay, Father, please guide me."
In the end, without any approval from Arthur, Dave followed him to the two-story house. Where it is located quite close to the port. Arthur had purposely not moved from there, as the land was now his and there was no sign of any of his father's men—he didn't think this place was bad.
Occasionally, he would still watch Cody from afar, making sure that the old man was okay. But deliberately did not want to see him to avoid trouble.
At least Cody is fine. He didn't need to think about Arthur anymore.
Right after Dave joined him in the house. He confidently recounted his troubles; that he ran away from home because his father rejected his dream of becoming a soccer player. On the other hand, his father wanted him to become a doctor—since almost the entire family was in the hospital business. Dave, unable to stand this, runs away with his friends. When he found out that his friends were even threatened and hurt by his father, Dave was even angrier and didn't want to come back at all and ran away further. Alone.
Dave was very satisfied after following them and found this place very comfortable.
Even after hearing the story about Arthur from Evander, he was heartbroken for his great brother and vowed to be with him until the end of his life. Arthur immediately kicked his ass hearing this.
How did Evander know about his past? At first Arthur didn't talk about it, but he investigated it himself until Arthur finally told him about his revenge. And the three of them finally agree to stay the three of them and have fun.
"How about the Three Dragons gang?" Evander said one day.
"Pfft! You're a dragon! Your whole family is dragons! Evan, you suck at choosing names!" Dave, who was starting to get along well, no longer called Evander father or second brother anymore.
Evander sighed. "Do you have a good name?"
Arthur, who didn't care about the discussion, only focused on learning about the business book given to him by the teacher Evander had hired. He didn't go to college, at least he had to understand business to start his revenge.
"Of course I have! I've been thinking about it all night!" Dave exclaimed proudly. "Eternuz! What about Eternuz? Boss, how is it?"
Arthur didn't answer.
"Boss really busy," said Dave gloomily.
Evander glanced at Arthur who was disaffected by the world around him. Then call out, "Arthur? Arthur?!"
"Hmm?" Arthur muttered coolly.
"Do you like vegetables?"
"Yes." Arthur replied.
"Agreed!" said Evander.
"???"
"Why are you looking at me like that? Arthur answering 'Yes' means he agrees with the name. I had no other choice even though mine is better." Evander shrugged, then stood up. "I want to eat mung bean porridge. Come on, go."
Dave was confused by all of this, finally only able to agree. "Okay, Eternuz is our gang name now. Evan, I'll treat you to ice cream!"
Arthur was suddenly withdrawn and dazed.
"You are the leader, Boss!" said Dave, grinning.
Boss what? What is this discussion about?
Arthur was confused.
In the end it was the day that Eternuz finally took shape. Dave said that Eternuz could be defined as Eternal, and their gang would be eternal forever. They celebrated the inauguration of this name by eating green bean porridge at their regular shop near the port. They even invited all the food vendors and Evander handed out wads of money to them.
In the end, Eternuz eventually became a small gang of three handsome young men who were famous all over the port.
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