gpseolhee:
[ tw: brief mention of molestation ]
this usually wasn’t her scene, wasn’t somewhere she’d frequent because there’s too many people, too much noise, too much distraction and too little escapes. seolhee’s never had much great encounters in the clubs but she was just off recently, night terrors plaguing her for one of the longest time in a while. she’d been doing good, getting better, getting over it but it came back in full force, as if making up for all the times it left her alone. so, seolhee sought out the club for all its people, noise and distraction. and the club provided, though in the form of an annoying company worker insistent on getting into her jeans. seolhee wasn’t interested but she entertained him, playing the part of an uncertain lady, unsure to say yes or no. oh, don’t get her wrong, she has no intention of sleeping with him but dealing with him served as a great distraction and maybe she could lure him into the back alley to beat him sober. why not, right?
he offers to buy her a drink for the thousandth time and all seolhee does is decline with an awkward smile, registering how his palm is riding higher and higher up her thigh. just then, a voice nearby catches her attention amidst all the music and chattering in the club, loud and authoritative. she looks over at the lady shouting in their direction, obviously telling the guy off. when she meets eyes with seolhee and helps her estimate the guy’s dick size, seolhee can’t help but quirk an amused smile. oh god, what a night. when the lady finishes, seolhee nods as if to express her gratitude. she’d been up to entertain the guy for the night but this is a way more interesting twist.
“well, i suppose i should go look for hotter, richer and hornier man then?” seolhee threw out with a quirk of her eyebrows, watching the man’s eyebrows fly up at her change in tone and behaviour. “i mean it’s her words not mine but i suppose she isn’t wrong,” seolhee removes his hand from her thigh, musing with a smirk. she sees the moment he snaps, something in his eyes flickering and then the hand forcefully returned to his side raising up to grab her by the hair, yanking her back, exposing her neck for him to strangle. there’s a wild look in his eyes as he leans over her, “don’t make fun of me. you’re not that pretty anyway, you should be honoured i’m even talking to you, bitch.” seolhee chuckles, not in the least bit threatened though he has a hand cutting off her oxygen supply little by little, “aw isn’t that a shame, i feel nothing but irritation though.”
There’s a cluck in her tongue as the girl echoes her words, proud of her five-minute-prodigy. For a moment, she thinks it’ll be okay and turns back to her drink, chatting up the bartender as she usually did when she wasn’t quite drunk enough to hunt down her prey for the night. It was nights like this that reminded her of her younger days, when she was fifteen and sixteen, sneaking into these clubs with fake Ids and men who were grown enough out know what they were doing when they got her drunk and took her back to the car.-- She used to think she was so cool back then, doing the thing s adult did with no consequences. But she regretted it now, she regretted not enjoying her youth and this girl seemed like she wanted to enjoy the night and who could blame her?
It seemed, however, the vibe changed at once. The bass boosted music turned into one with a darker tone, faster tempo and smooth vocals; Ironically the song seemed to be one for the single women getting over terrible exes, bad relationships. And While that was coincidentally what Eunha was trying to do-- The sudden change in the man’s behavior has her jumping up, fingers slipping through the greasy and seemingly balding grooves of his hair to tug it back. Free hand grabbing his own and placing it on her hip and leaning to whisper in his ear, “Do you feel that? S’a nine mil pistol and unless you want a bullet in your head within the next beat drop, I suggest you let go of the girl, right?”
