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"Hia, my hand,” a voice says from the back seat and two men pile into the back of Pong’s cab.
He looks in the rearview mirror and sees one of them, his bleached blond hair falling out of its ponytail, laugh as he lifts his hips so his companion can extract his hand from where it appears to have been trapped between his body and the seat.
“You have a bony ass,” the other man says, sticking out his tongue.
The blond guy gets out the words, “You love my –” before there’s a hand clamped over his mouth and he’s laughing at his partner’s strangled exclamation, and Pong turns his attention to the other two men in the group who are talking just outside the open cab door.
"Pharm, I can fit back there," the taller of the two says as he braces his hand on the car's roof and prepares to duck into the back seat.
"No. You cannot," his companion – Pharm, apparently– says, his voice firm.
Pong doesn't see exactly what happens next, but the front passenger door opens and Pharm leans down and smiles at him. He offers Pong a small wai in greeting before he’s gone and the next thing Pong sees, he’s guiding his taller companion into the passenger seat with a "Sit," before closing the door.
From the back seat there’s a snort of laughter from one or both of their friends at the exchange.
"Dean, listen to your boyfriend," the blond man says, leaning forward and placing his hand on his friend's shoulder as Pharm climbs into the back and gives their destination as he closes the door.
"Yeah, yeah. Just focus on yours," Dean says grumpily, putting on his seatbelt.
"I am," his friend answers, and he’s kissing his companion by the time the cab pulls out into traffic.
***
“You can pull my hair.”
“Team...”
“Ow. Your hand – My hair. What? Pharm, help.”
"Oh! Wait, here. Oh. It's caught in P’Win’s watch. Team hold still."
Pong keeps his eyes on the traffic, making fleeting glances in the rearview mirror to see what’s going on and to make sure no one’s in serious trouble. From what he can see, everything looks to be mostly under control. The man in the middle – Team, he gathers – has gotten his hair caught in his boyfriend’s watch, and Pharm is busy trying to untangle the situation.
To his side, Pong can hear Dean’s deep sigh.
"I'm sorry," Dean says, rolling his head toward the driver’s seat.
Pong shakes his head. “It’s okay. This isn't even the wildest thing I’ve dealt with tonight.”
***
“How's your head?" Win asks.
"It was good until your watch had to get involved," Team answers.
Pong has to hold back a laugh.
Dean shifts and there’s a sound of something brushing the side of the door. "Pharm."
"P’Dean, don’t hurt your arm,” Pharm says.
“I want to hold your hand,” Dean replies.
This might not be the most raucous fare he’s had this evening, but so far it’s been the most entertaining.
***
"Don’t forget to hydrate!” Pharm says as his two friends climb out of the cab.
“Will you make me breakfast?” Team asks, turning back towards the open passenger door.
“Lunch,” Dean says at the same time that Pong sees Win put his arm around Team’s shoulder to lead him towards their building.
Pong waits as Dean gets out of the cab and moves to the back and the spot vacated by Win and Team.
“Did you have a good night?” Dean asks as Pong starts to drive to the next destination.
There’s a rustle of movement and he catches a glimpse of the two of them moving to the middle of the seat, of Pharm’s head resting on Dean’s shoulder.
“P’Dean, your hand.”
Pong smiles and steps on the gas.