Thief Vision: Meet the Next

Chapter 18: Rogue

Charles immediately realized that he had gone to the wrong toilet since the construct was different from the normal toilet. Amid the continuous screams of the girl, Charles backed out of the toilet.

Looking up again to confirm the sign on the door…

Yeah, he was right! It’s a men's toilet. What’s wrong?

The girl in the red short skirt came out of the toilet and pointed to Charles with an angry face, "You son of b***h! Can’t you read the icon on the toilet door?" Generally, the icon on the door of a female toilet would dress a skirt.

"Hey, watch your mouth! I'm not a hooligan," The girl's scream which was even louder than thunder instantly awakened Charles from drunk. He immediately pointed to the icon on the toilet door, "Look, this is man’s toilet! You are the one who went to the wrong toilet!”

The girl looked back and was stunned. It was indeed the men's room. Could it be that she entered the wrong place?

Just when Charles and the girl stared at each other blankly, not knowing what was going on, there was unscrupulous laughter from the toilet opposite, and three young high school students walked out from inside. Charles immediately understood what was going on. It turned out that these three boys were pranking.

Charles swore he would go up to beat them to death…only if he could manage three young men.

The three young men turned a blind eye to the dissatisfied Charles and the girl and then disappeared into the flickering neon lights with a laugh.

No matter how angry he was, the physical needs were always the priority. As Charles stood in from of the pissoir, he suddenly thought of the woman in the red dress that he saw before.

Wait a moment! Red dress! This corresponded to the scene that suddenly flashed in his mind in the hall. Wasn't it an illusion or Vision? He couldn't help touching his head and wondered how he got in the Vision this time? Was it because he hit the pillar?

Charles shook his head quickly, trying to get rid of his absurd idea of hitting the pillar again, but forgot that he was still peeing. Alright, the uppers were all wet when Charles came out.

Back in the hall again, a four-piece band has replaced the previous girl on the stage. The lead singer of the band was a man whose head and body were seriously out of balance. He hoarded on stage with a hoarse voice, his hair swaying with his head in all directions. Charles couldn't help but worry that the head would be thrown from the small neck at any time.

Charles sat on the revolving chair and looked everywhere for Mark and Robert, but among the dancers, he saw the girl in the red skirt that he met at the toilet door.

The girl just danced to the beat of the music. Although she didn't sway her body like most people on the dance floor but moved slowly.

Beautiful figure, straight legs, and blond hair. This was the impression that the girl left on Charles. But just with such a vague impression, Charles was already attracted by her.

After the music ended, the girl sat on a chair to rest, while the shameless Charles leaned in, "How about I buy you a drink?"

Obviously, this girl was quite used to this uncreative approach, but she didn't refuse, "Okay."

“What do you like?”

"Whatever," the girl fluffed her hair, fanning the wind with her hand.

A glass of vodka with ice was placed in front of the girl, "My name is Charles, we met before."

Hearing this, the girl looked up at Charles. There were quite a few people who came up with her to strike up a conversation, but it was the first time she was flirted by a man who was just involved a fight with her. She looked at the man in front of her, who was almost shabby in dress. "I’m Lily, thank you for the wine."

As the girl looked at Charles, he was also looking at the girl in front of him. After observing her closer, Charles felt even more that the girl was shining, with long blond hair, and a small nose and mouth.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, you know, in the toilet."

"It's not your fault. Let’s drink," The girl raised the glass.

Charles would never say no to a girl. He hurriedly picked up the glass, but the girl had already finished drinking by herself.

Fine! It’s not easy to get a beautiful girl like ‘Lily’. Yeah. Charles knew Lily was a name this name found to fool him, but that’s not a big deal.

The girl looked at the people dancing on the dance floor, her soft body swaying constantly with the music.

"Did you come alone?" Charles finally found a topic.

"Yes."

“Sorry if I ask too much. Are you here because you just broke with your boyfriend?”

‘Lily’ turned to look at Charles again, "How do you know?"

"It’s not often to see girls like you who come here alone," Charles continued, “in this case, I bet you are here to get rid of those shity things.”

The girl frowned and said disdainfully, "You know what? Men always think that they are the smartest species in the world. Don’t you know how ridiculers it is?"

Charles smiled and agreed. In fact, he didn't hear what the girl said, but it didn't matter. The content of the conversation with girls in clubs or bars was not important, while the key was whether they can hook up with each other.

"Would you like to go for a walk?" ‘Lily’ invited.

"Yes, let’s go." How could Charles say no to such a beautiful girl? A broken-up woman was the easiest to hook up after drinking. A huge smile spread over Charles’s face as if he had seen this beauty lying on his bed.

What did it mean if a woman invited a man after a drink? A walk could turn into a hug, a kiss, or even some bed activity if he worked hard.

Charles, who fell into a pink dream, happily followed the girl out to the entrance. The girl went straight to the elevator. Where did she want to go? That’s the elevator to the hotel.

Charles never believed that the pie could fall in the sky, but maybe the girl was gonna prove to him that he was wrong.

Charles followed her into the elevator and deliberately asked, "Where are you taking me?"

The girl didn't look up but pressed the top button directly.

As the elevator continued to rise, Charles' heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and when the elevator stopped, his heart already jumped to his throat.

As the elevator doors opened, Charles could see the guest rooms on both sides and the high-quality carpets on the ground. Stepping on the soft carpet made Charles feel as if in the clouds. He was looking forward to what could happen, even considering what he should do first after entering the room. Go straight to the subject or take a shower first? He should be more straightforward, in case she regrated.

Just as Charles imagined what position they should use, the girl opened the emergency exit door and brought Charles to the top of the hotel. The city at night was unobstructed, colorful, and quiet.

Charles looked at the girl in front of him in surprise. Was this a trap? He looked around in case someone hid here.

Thank God. The terrace under the night was too empty to hide anyone or anything.

What did this girl want if this was not a trap? Was this some exciting game? Charles couldn’t control himself.

“Call me Troian. I’m not Lily."

"Troian. I’m Charles," Charles felt that they were like two knights meeting on a narrow road, reporting each other's names before starting the fight.

Troian nodded, and then moved on. Charles followed behind until he saw Troian climb up the retaining wall on the top of the building, his heart suddenly twitched.

Troian turned his head and said to Charles, "Have you ever heard of this? Youth is inexperienced and willful. It’s from Tagore."