The Next Prince, Chapter 33 pg5
The Next Prince, Chapter 33 pg5
“It is truly an honor today to drink the skillfully crafted drink by Mira without having to compete.” Vethis expressed his delight. He and Mira were sitting side by side at the bar table, with Itti showing interest in the colorful cocktails of the single lady in the team, not to be outdone.
“Tell me what you want to drink. Everyone.” Everyone, including Khanin, Charan, Jae, and PrinceKalain who were invited, responded with confusion.
Khanin was the one who invited everyone orally, and at first, Charan thought Kalavin wouldn't be interested in anything. However, in the end, Prince, from a different land, responded to the invitation rather easily, which surprised Charan.
Kalavin seemed to be too idle as a prince and must have had some reason to keep the other side revolving around here. Everyone knew that his original personality was not to get close to anyone.
“What instruments do you play?” Kalavin invited the team leader to talk. Now the little guy seemed to pay attention to the bartender who was skillfully mixing cocktails in vibrant colors, while Charan sat across from him. They sipped their drinks while listening attentively, absorbing every detail.
“Mainly, I play the piano and guitar, but I love singing the most.”
“Oh really... How about performing a song then?” The conversation flowed smoothly because both Khanin and Kalavin spoke the same language, and they had a good rapport with each other. Charan, not being good at conversation, could only sit quietly but did not think of escaping anywhere.
“If you want to listen.” Khanin didn't refuse. Since when he was in England, he often took up this role, skillfully lifting a drink in his hand for another sip before Chakri waved his hand towards the corner of the room.
“Do you want musical instruments, Your Highness? Chakri has prepared them for you.” In that area, there are guitars, keyboards, a cajon, and equipment to create a small-sized band.
Khanin lifts his smiling face and grabs a guitar to sit beside Your Highness, his eyes shining with excitement.
“I appreciate it, thank you.”
“You're welcome, Your Highness.” Chakri smiles widely, his head slightly tilted. The effect of the special drink concocted by Mira, he refuses to drink anything else from the bachelor's house. But because the Young Prince threatened to sulk if he didn't join the party, he reluctantly postponed his duties for a while.
“Will you play, sir?” Khanin asks while Kalavin picks up a black cajon and sits with it.
The tall figure raises his face, offering a slight smile to his conversation partner, his brow slightly furrowed. “Let's give it a try.”
“It's great” The team leader raises his thumbs up.
Kalavin arranges himself on the cajon, ready, but he doesn't turn to call out to someone who has been sitting quietly without a drink in their hand for a long time.
“Are you Jae?”
“Uh... yes.” The owner of the slightly startled name keeps thinking, lost in thought, before finally lowering his brow, tilting his head to the left, and sliding his foot to create a soft sound.
“Do you want to sing along?”
“Me?” He responds, slightly shocked. He blinks and moves his gaze to Charan, who is sitting nearby, and gives him a small smile, waving his hand in a quiet rhythm.
They converse in a common language. Kalavin understands well that some people are not skilled or accustomed to this, so he takes on the role of speaking and allows everyone on the team to communicate in their preferred language.
“Sure, let's do it.” Kalavin extended an inviting gesture, while Jirat hesitated for a moment. Finally, he agrees, and the small figure shifting his seat joins them as they prepare to form a small-sized band.
Khanin proves to be a capable lead singer, his charming voice blending with Jirat's harmonious lines and the rhythmic beats from Kalavin's cajon, creating a pleasant atmosphere within the room.
They take turns singing and playing, and as time passes, Khanin requests a break to fetch some drinks. Jirat looks towards the corner of the room, where a bouquet of flowers is displayed. He fixes his gaze on that point and remains silent as Prince from a foreign land gets up to join others.
Charan gets up and follows the young royal, leaving only Jirat and Kalavin. Both sides are quiet. Their ranks higher than officials and dignitaries exchange conversations to break the silence.
“Aren't you drinking?”
“I can't handle alcohol. It makes me flushed, and sometimes I get a rash.”
He explains without looking directly into the eyes of his conversation partner. Then Jirat looked towards the flower arrangement on the big sofa. He kept his gaze fixed there and remained silent, not saying anything further as Prince from another land invited someone else to get a drink together.
As a former stage actor, Jirat doesn't want to be like this. It's not that he doesn't want to speak, but he is not good at engaging in conversations, especially in situations he has encountered in life. Consequently, he becomes someone who is hesitant to make eye contact or approach others first, as seen in front of him.
Jirat realized that everyone here is welcoming each other well. He feels much more relaxed, but he still cannot cross the walls in his heart, the ones he has built himself, easily.
“Mocktail, no alcohol.” Someone who was thoughtful had gone and come back again, along with a glass of colorful drink.
Jirat paused for a moment. He was slightly puzzled, so he asked, “Is that for me?”
“Didn't you say you were allergic? This is a non-alcoholic Roy Rogers. I had
Mira make it for you. It's easy to drink. It's on me.”
The narrative sentence reflects a careful portrayal that makes the fairskinned person blink, while Jirat frowns without realizing it, his brain trying to process the desires from the person in front of him.
It seems there is no ulterior motive beyond goodwill. Kalavin doesn't want anything from him, and, importantly, Jirat knows very well that he has no benefit with this dignified man.
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