“stop me from spitting in his drink.”
it could be said that, from time to time, jinari was an unkind person. that’s because... well, cause it’s true. this time, though, she really does have a valid reason. coming out to a bar could pose a vague risk when you were an idol, but crown hadn’t ever been a company to limit their artists’ fun, not so long as it didn’t interfere with their work. jinari really wasn’t a party girl regardless, but on tonight, she’d decided she wanted a drink and dragged along whoever was around in the groupchat. they had reached a point in the night where the group had split apart- some dancing, some disappearing on their way to the bathroom, some going off to get lucky. jinari was left with one person for company. fine by her books, until some gross, leery man had sat down and informed her how he heard redheads were wild in bed. she’d given him the cold shoulder- her shoulders ain’t ever been warm, and tried her best to shake him off by informing him that she wouldn’t know because she dyed her hair this colour and was no biological anomaly, but it wasn’t until ten minutes later that he glanced at his vibrating phone with a worried grimace and excused himself. looking to her company with an evil grin, she adds-
“in fact, don’t stop me. he’s a dick and he’d deserve it.”















