[YourExcellency]

Me: “Hey… anywhere else you would like to go tonight?”
Liz: “Hmmm… I have been to most places in Singapore but this trip has been especially interesting… do you have any more places to suggest?” She had a wicked glint in her eyes.
Me: “I hardly ever go out when I am back home, but let me see…”

I decided to bring Liz to a place I had been to a couple times and enjoyed. I brought her to The Galleries at St James, where the atmosphere was just as I liked, I could people-watch but yet, be in a place where the music was not deafeningly loud. We took a seat near the fake fireplace and ordered cocktails, intending to keep ourselves sober for the night.

We enjoyed ourselves, each having 8 rounds of different medium to hard concoctions of the bartender’s recommendations. By the time we were done, we were both a little buzzed, not drunk enough to not feel the buildup, but high enough to feel the buzz. It was midnight, and I knew better than to try to drive under the influence of alcohol, especially from St James.

I called for the valet drive-home service that I usually used, an extremely good deal for $45 and tasked my usual guy to take us to the St Regis. He nodded silently, not saying anything that was not necessary. He was a guy I trusted and used often and he knew how I was like when I was drunk. He often took care of me when I was entertaining some especially difficult customers, mostly the Chinese businessmen who were visiting the new casinos and wanted to experience drinking and partying on foreign land. I could never understand that mentality since our night clubs were all filled with Mainland girls, and bedding them was no different from bedding those you saw in China. (sorry to digress here, but I just had to bitch about that ☺ )

We arrived at the St Regis and the hotel valet took over from the drive-you-home valet. We stumbled towards the lobby were soon in the lift.We were already kissing each other passionately. This time I decided to go slow and tender. I explored Liz’s mouth slowly, holding her tightly at the waist as she arched her back to savor the kiss. When we got into the room, I remembered my weekend bag and had to unwillingly break away from Liz in order to call the concierge to bring up my bag from the trunk. Thank god they were quick and we were both still in the mood when the bellboy closed the door behind him. We had both taken the time to freshen up in the bathroom and we were both dressed in the hotel’s bathrobes.