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CRAZY (ADJ.): INSANE, ABSURD, MENTALLY UNSOUND,

OR EXCESSIVELY OBSESSED OR PREOCCUPIED WITH SOMETHING

(Some people say I’m crazy. )

(That’s not true. )

You like abstract paintings?

They say you don’t need to think when you look at abstract art.

You just need to feel—

I’m not into women.

I heard your friend was wondering

whether I’m into men or women.

So he sent you to find out for him.

Well, tell your friend I’m into men.

I’m just not into him.

[MANIAC]

(If someone like me is crazy,) [MANIAC]

(then what does that make this guy?)

Why the hell did you call me here?

To do something crazy.

Cheers!

ONE MONTH EARLIER

Another shot?

Easy there.

I just got here.

Hey. Why didn’t you just chug it?

I can’t.

Who’s gonna take care of me if I’m drunk?

I’ll take care of you.

What number is he in the queue, though?

Hold on.

[CAN I COME OVER?]

[I SAW YOU THERE.]

[MISS YOU.]

[WHERE ARE YOU?]

[CAN I COME OVER?] [WAITING RIGHT HERE.]

[I SAW YOU THERE.] [WHY NOT COME OVER AND SAY HI?]

[MISS YOU.] [MISS YOU MORE.]

Hey, I’m heading back to my table.

Be right back.

Mhm.

Just a sec.

Whoa.

Seriously?

I’ll come back for you.

Cheers!

How have you been? I haven’t seen you in forever.

Hey, I miss you.

See you later. I’ll swing by.

There you are.

What a hottie, you asshole.

Took you long enough to get here.

What, you want a Nobel Friendship Prize or something?

Isn’t it called the Nobel Peace Prize?

Why’d you get this table?

It’s out of sight.

Didn’t you tell them it was my table when you got here?

Quit complaining.

Jo!

Jo, hello.

Mhm.

Bro, can I switch to another table?

My friend booked us a terrible table.

Why?

It’s not convenient for you to ogle people from there, huh?

That’s not it.

Come on.

A famous influencer like you turns heads wherever you go.

Please, bro.

It’s so terrible.

The view sucks.

Fine.

Thank you.

You came here to look at your dog?

Are you nuts?

What? I’m worried about my baby.

If you’re that worried, why the hell did you come here?

I had to.

I wanted to see my baby’s Phor Phor.

He told me he’d be here tonight.

Who?

This man.

Ah.

Dr. PUN.

You know him?

He’s pretty well known.

Don’t tell me you and Dr. PUN...

Used to...

Used to, my ass!

Stop thinking I’ve hooked up with everyone in the world.

Dean.

Hey.

You’re here too, Hun?

I come here once in a while.

But every time I do, I run into you.

Maybe it’s fate.

Yeah?

- Have you had any drinks yet? - I have.

Not everyone in the world,

but everyone in this club.

Cheers!

Whoo!

That’s Ohm and Boom.

This is my friend, Ten.

He’s an indie kid.

He got us a table all the way in the back.

F*cking horrible.

And this is Hun.

He came alone, so I asked him to join us.

Is that okay?

Of course.

It’s just the two of us anyway.

Clink.

Cheers!

Just tell me.

Out of these three,

who did you have a fling with?

All of them.

What?!

And you brought them all to the same table?

Ohm and Boom are close now because I introduced them.

And Hun...

I’m sure he’ll get close to them too.

Are you crazy?

Dean, I got you a new table.

Oops. Sorry, bro.

You were gone for so long.

I thought you couldn’t find me another table,

so I joined my friends here instead.

You always manage just fine without me.

Aw, I’m sorry, Jo.

Here. Let me pour you a drink.

Come on!

Cheers!

Whoo!

Are you drunk yet?

Hey.

Dean.

Hi, Dr. PUN.

I didn’t know you liked it here.

I don’t come here often, but my friend asked me to come tonight.

You came with friends?

That’s right.

This is Ten, my close friend.

You two have met before, right?

Yeah?

Today.

This afternoon.

At your clinic.

Ah!

You’re Mademoiselle’s dad?

I’m sorry. It’s dark in here.

I couldn’t really see you.

And my brain’s a little fuzzy today.

How embarrassing.

Have you got a table, PUN?

If not, you can join us.

It’s alright.

I came with a friend. Would you excuse me?

Sure.

[HI. I LIKE YOUR WORK.]

[THANK YOU.]

[IS THIS YOU? YOU’RE CUTE.]

Sorry.

Did I keep you waiting?

Don’t answer that.

Whatever you want to yell at me for, just keep it to yourself.

It was the traffic. I’m sorry.

Why do you look so annoyed?

I should’ve agreed to show my face in that interview.

It was a huge mistake.

Why?

You’re a rising artist who looks like a TV star.

Isn’t that a good thing?

If it helps me land more opportunities or get more work,

then sure, it’s a good thing.

But all I get are people trying to flirt with me.

It’s annoying.

Wow.

If that came from anyone else, it’d sound so obnoxious.

I don’t want to deal with people,

and I don’t want them bothering me.

That’s all.

Turn to your right.

That’s Dean.

From ‘Everydeanlive’ channel.

I don’t know him.

What? How can you not know him?

He’s famous.

He has, like, a million followers.

I only pay attention to useful stuff.

Don’t worry, Ten.

I’m going to take you there to hit on Dr. PUN.

Where’s Ten?

Who’s Ten again?

Ten!

Argh!

Gosh.

Ten!

Hey. Why are you whining?

My baby just came in to say hi.

Mademoiselle, sweetheart.

Don’t get too close to him. He reeks of booze.

Checking up on your catches from last night, huh?

Off you go, honey.

Did you bail on someone who’s supposed to crash at your place last night?

That’s why you had to crash at mine instead.

No one.

I just forgot my house key.

And I never bail on anyone.

I only get bailed on by people.

Especially you.

It wasn’t even midnight, and you were already gone.

Asshole.

What?

I didn’t want my baby sleeping alone.

Oh, yeah?

It had nothing to do with Dr. PUN ignoring you?

Hey.

What?

What exactly is the deal between you two?

Huh?

Have you actually ever talked to him?

Yes, I really have.

Yeah?

Yes.

Talked about what?

I… took Mademoiselle to his clinic for treatment.

We talked while he was checking on my baby.

And then he told you he was going to the club?

Hm?

I overheard him saying it on the phone.

I knew it, you dipshit.

You were his customer, dude.

Damn it.

But I really like him.

I think about him when I wake up.

When I sleep, I dream about him, my friend.

I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.

I can’t help you with that.

He has a boyfriend.

What boyfriend?

He doesn’t.

What?

The guy who came with him last night.

Wasn’t that his boyfriend?

Don’t worry.

Just make sure this baby takes the medication and follow my advice.

Recovery should be quick.

Sure. Thank you, Doctor.

Of course.

Bye-bye.

Get some rest, little one.

See you later.

Hello.

Could you write down 97/42 and put it up in front of the building, please?

Yeah?

(Hi. You awake?)

Of course I am.

It’s noon.

How was I supposed to know?

You went wild last night.

(I went ‘wild’ last night?)

I’ve got a briefing with the author tonight.

So I’m just sketching out the character designs now.

I ordered food for you. It’s downstairs.

Don’t forget to come down and get it.

Hey.

Will you stop treating me like I’m a kid?

I was ordering mine,

and there was a promotion, so I got one for you too.

It’s from your favorite place.

Fine.

(The thing is, those two are friends.)

(Dr. PUN secretly has a crush on his friend.)

And how do you know so much about him?

Yeah, whatever. I just do.

Dr. PUN has had a thing for his friend Moth for ages,

but he’s never had the guts to confess.

Why?

Because Moth is crazy.

Crazy?

How?

(The second someone hits on him, he turns into a total jerk.)

The gent from that table sent this over for you.

I’m sorry. I have diabetes.

(The moment anyone gets romantic with him, he cuts them out of his life.)

There’s no one in the world harder to hit on…

than Moth.

Dr. PUN knows if he confesses his feelings to Moth,

he’ll get cut off immediately.

That’s why he keeps his feelings to himself.

And if things keep going like this,

I’ll never get my chance.

Yeah, totally crazy.

Right?

I didn’t know someone like Moth existed.

I wasn’t talking about him.

I meant you.

Damn you.

You’ve got quite an imagination.

Stop being delusional and hurry up and edit my video.

I have to send the first draft to my client tomorrow.

Yeah.

And before you go digging into his backstory,

does Dr. PUN even know you exist?

Mm.

He’s up there.

A guy from down here like me doesn’t stand a chance.

No, dude.

That’s not what I meant.

But if you like him, go after him.

Instead of talking about him all day.

Do you really think I have a chance of winning Dr. PUN’s heart?

Of course you do.

Anything can happen in this world.

But you can’t just sit around waiting for your chance.

You have to go out and find it.

But if he won’t open up to me, that’ll be hard.

Holy shit.

I figured it out.

I’m going to pursue Dr. PUN.

But I need you to go after Moth.

I’ve read your manuscript, Mr. Phol.

So I decided to draw a few character designs for you to take a look at.

- The characters are… - This isn’t a work pitch.

I’ve been following your work, Mr. Moth.

No matter what, I’m confident you’re the right person to illustrate my project.

Ah.

You said you wanted to talk, so I thought...

I just wanted to get to know you.

Because if we work together, we could be collaborating for years.

If this project becomes successful.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...

I’m sure it’ll be successful.

So, do you have a partner?

And you just walked away from him like that?

Damn straight.

Work, my ass.

All he asked was, “Do you have a partner?”

and “What’s your type?”

Is he insane?

(You don’t want to work with him anymore?)

Of course I do.

He comes up with such creative stories.

The moment I found out he was looking for a new illustrator, I wanted the job.

But in the end, you dumped him.

I just want to work. Nothing else.

(Don’t you think that’s a wasted opportunity?)

A wasted opportunity?

With some books, if you already know how they end,

there’s no point wasting your time reading them.

I want a drink.

Are you free tonight?

I’m going to a doctor friend’s wedding.

But I can leave early and come see you.

Hey, it’s okay.

Go to your friend’s thing.

But I...

(Bye.)

Hey, Dean.

Did you book a table tonight?

No, bro.

I’ll get one later.

Right. It shouldn’t be a problem for you.

Please, dude.

Go hit on Moth for me.

What kind of crazy shit are you talking about?

Cut the nonsense.

I’m not talking nonsense.

The only way to get Dr. PUN to open up to me...

is to make him get over Moth.

Mhm.

And that can only happen

if Moth starts seeing someone.

And why does that someone have to be me?

Well, a maniac like Moth is perfect for a maniac like you.

Perfect match.

Me?

I’m a maniac?

Why?

What, are you scared you can’t win him over?

Guess we’re about to find out you’re not as charming as you think.

I’m never scared, Ten.

Is this seat taken?

No,

but it’s reserved.

Reserved for your partner?

I’m kidding.

You’re Dr. PUN’s friend, right?

I saw you here with him the other night.

I’m Dean.

PUN’s not coming tonight.

If you’re here to hit on him, just DM him on Insta.

I don’t have his Insta,

and I’m not hitting on him.

We just know each other.

I’m Dean.

I know.

You already told me.

Aren’t you going to tell me your name?

The seat’s reserved, so no one sits here.

Did you come here alone?

Must be lonely.

You know who’s lonely?

Someone who tries to chat up a stranger.

Okay.

Then…

Have fun.

Hey! I thought you looked familiar.

Whoa. I thought you’d forgotten about me.

How could I forget you?

Who did you come with?

No one.

I don’t have a table yet. Can I join you?

Why did you tell me to check out that guy, Dean?

Why do you ask?

You like him?

Don’t be funny.

I’m just curious.

So why did you tell me to look at him?

Remember Ong?

From Class 4 back in high school?

Mm-hm.

And Thames, that friend from my faculty I introduced you to?

The name rings a bell.

I just can’t remember his face.

Mark, the guy who designed my clinic.

And James, my peer mentee.

Now none of that rings a bell.

Why are you throwing all these names at me?

Here’s the thing.

Everyone I just mentioned had a fling with Dean.

And all at the same time.

Whoo!

(Have fun.)

[TELL ME WHEN YOU GET HOME.]

[I’M WORRIED.]

You smell nice.

Move.

How cute.

Can I get your Insta?

Moth.

You already know my account.

Why ask?

I want you to give it to me.

What do you want it for?

To talk.

To snoop.

To flirt.

Can I hit on you?

[I’M NOT GOING TO BED UNTIL YOU’RE HOME.]

If you dare, you can try.

Another Old Fashioned, please.

But make it stronger.

We need to clear things up.

Clear what up?

Are you drunk?

Why did you just disappear?

And why did you suddenly show up today?

I didn’t disappear.

I’m still following you on IG.

I still like your Stories.

But whenever I asked you out, you never said yes.

Because I wasn’t available.

Not available, or just not lonely?

So you’re lonely tonight?

Is that why you came?

What am I to you, you jerk?

Do you think I don’t have feelings?

Hold on.

We never agreed on what we were.

If we can’t even be friends in the end,

then let’s just stop talking altogether.

So you like to drink alone...

and dance alone too?

You’re drunk.

Why?

Can’t I get drunk?

Sure, you can.

You can do whatever you want.

I’m going home.

Wait.

How are you getting home?

I’m booking a ride.

Want me to take you home?

No.

Sure you can get home safely on your own?

I’m not taking you to my place.

And I never plan on going to yours.

So don’t waste your time pestering me.

Do you put your walls up around everyone?

Or just me?

I’m just asking.

Are you sure you can get home on your own?

Mhm.

Well then, get home safe.

Please.

I’ll send you flirty messages on IG.

[TELL ME WHEN YOU GET HOME.] [I’M WORRIED]

[I’M NOT GOING TO BED UNTIL YOU’RE HOME.]

[I’M HOME.]

[OKAY. GOOD NIGHT THEN.]

(It’s a tee, not a tease. Don’t forget to purchase.)

[STILL ON FOR TONIGHT?] [DID YOU LEAVE?]

[WHERE ARE YOU?] [HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME?]

[I STILL MISS YOU.]

[GOOD NIGHT.]

[WHAT ARE YOU DOING?]

[ARE YOU UP?]

[YOU NEVER REPLY TO ME.]

[WERE YOU IN THAT CLUB LAST NIGHT?]

[GOOD NIGHT.]

[GOOD NIGHT.]

Yeah?

(I’m booking a table tonight.)

What for?

To celebrate your birthday.

(But my birthday’s in two days.)

Don’t forget your own rule.

(You always go full introvert on your birthday.)

(So if I’m throwing you a party, I have to do it early.)

But...

(No buts.)

It’s that mala place you like.

See you at eight.

Happy birthday.

Wow.

Thank you.

Without you,

someone horrible like me wouldn’t have any close friends left.

I don’t want to lose you.

Sooner or later, you’ll have a partner,

and a friend like me will become less important.

I won’t have a partner.

No way.

You, on the other hand...

You’re a good person.

One day, someone good will come into your life.

And then I’ll become less important to you.

No.

You’ll never mean any less to me.

Happy birthday.

I hope this year is kind to you.

I hope you get to chase your dreams.

Have your own proper exhibition.

And most importantly,

I hope you’re lucky in game and lucky in love.

Hello.

(Are you free tonight?)

Can we meet at the same club?)

Of course.

Then can you book a table for three?

You, me, and my friend PUN.

Sure.

I’ll bring a friend too.

Make it four.

Okay?

- You guys close enough to ask each other to hang out?

- I’m giving you an opening. Find a chance to talk to Dr. PUN.

- Are you okay with me getting close to Dean?

- You’re not thinking of getting serious with him anyway, right?

- You asked me to come, and now you’re ditching me just like that?

- Didn’t you say you wanted to hit on me?

- Well, I’m right here for you to hit on.

- I’m glad I got to know you.