( LOADING . . . ) sua prides herself on being what she calls immune to the effects of alcohol. it isn’t that the liquor doesn’t affect her like it does with normal humans, nor does it mean that her tolerance of it is much higher than those who are in the same weight class, but she knows her limits and how much she can take in before she gets to that level of inebriation where she starts acting sloppy and bits of her memory start disappearing into that dark recess created by the faux carelessness of an intoxicated mind.
it’s completely and utterly baffling, then, that she wakes up in the morning not only with memories of the previous night completely gone from her memory, but a warm body in the bed next to her. it’s not simply the fact that she got drunk in the first place that’s astounding because she will partake when she feels she needs to, such as during business meetings or parties where she has to keep up amicable appearances, but it’s also the fact that she’s sleeping next to someone else, meaning she’d willingly let her guard down in front of someone enough to land her in such a confusing and dangerous position.
she feels a shuffling next to her, and she can only thank the gods she doesn’t believe in that she’s still fully clothed. she throws off the covers and searches frantically around the room for her purse or cell phone or anything, and when she finds her clutch next to her coat, she searches its insides and pulls out the glock that’s tucked within, aiming it directly at the head that rises from the pillows.
the face she sees is rather unexpected, both a complete surprise and a vague feeling of relief. “mijoo? what—what happened last night?”
“ you went straight for the gun and didn’t even let me make the are you happy to see me joke? because i know you’re happy to see me, hun. ” waving a hand, she gestures for sua to put the gun away before mijoo forces herself to sober up far quicker than this out of necessity before resting her palm against her temple. “ i’d joke more, love, but i’m out of practice and mixing liquors is never a good idea. ”
ordinarily, she wouldn’t bother. a few years ago, she could’ve easily done it without a single ounce of hesitation but lifestyles change, choices are given instead of forced upon her, and she would much rather keep her body pure to some extent. she means it when she says she’s out of practice but damn was it fun pretending she could still pull it off — until now, of course.
all the research had been hers, all the vetted information, every hint and clue they had was thanks to her but of course, in what she considers to be true mpd fashion, the case was stolen from her like nothing. solved, completed, and reported publicly by someone else on the force who wanted the glory — the greater insult being that it was a man, a detective she’s well-aware is as crooked as his jaw. it was vexing, really, how people could actually trust him.
but an image is just that and she has to preserve hers, has to accept defeat with a gorgeous, disarming smile so he knows to be careful from here on out, to fear someone who doesn’t strike right away. must be beyond his comprehension, she’s sure. instead, she drowns herself with company and alcohol, sua being the one she drags along. free drinks come too easily their way and she’s in no mood to say no, far from it, though from the way her head pounds, she wishes she had. “ don’t worry, no one unsavory touched any of your goods, literal or otherwise. ” though she can’t say much for herself considering how she sleeps. “ do you always snore? ” she teases, a hint of a smile on her lips even while she massages her scalp.
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