|one drunk mess|
@min007mi
If there was one thing Hyuna thought defined a person, it was their actions while they were drunk. People were at their most truthful and vulnerable once they went past their alcohol threshold, something she used to her advantage quite a bit. Sure, nothing was better than other people getting information for her, but she also hated running on other people’s schedules. Relying on other people meant that they were the ones who determined when and/or if she got any money. If she had a specific target where only one person was able to get the goods, she could be complacent in waiting. Otherwise, she was always in recon mode.
Tonight was supposed to be no different than when she went out hunting. Dolled up in her best “ditsy valley girl” club outfit, any unsuspecting person would have thought she was having a girls’ night out. Hell, if she was watching herself she might’ve been fooled. She followed the same routine each time: find the group of girls who were connected with the rich men, become friends with them at the moment, let them lead her to their inner circle, and single out the weakest link as her target. If she lucked out, he’d find her pretty and start talking more. They－and by they, she meant he－would get drunk, she’d ask the right questions, and he’d answer, none the wiser in the morning.
However, her plans got derailed once they poured her a drink. She watched them pour the liquor straight out the bottle and kept an eye on her glass always, but this particular brand was strong. And it tasted amazing. One glass turned to a refill, and another, and another. She lost track of her plan. Which one was the banker? Whose girlfriend had she dragged onto the dancefloor with her when her favorite song played? The night became a blur, and soon it was closing time. The group she latched onto offered to take her home, but drunk Hyuna was a determinator. The side of her that didn’t believe in depending on men became extra brazen, so off she went, stumbling down the street.
Sure, she could’ve called for a rideshare car a while ago, but she was apprehensive about taking one alone. Tomorrow, if she saw it, she’d yell at herself for choosing to walk home alone. Did she have a real sense of direction at the current moment? It didn’t seem like it, seeing as her path was rather zigzagged at the moment. It could be that it was getting harder to balance in her heels, but she was not about to go barefoot on the dirty concrete. Each step was met with a pitiful “ow” as she looked down to see what could be hurting so much. Walking headfirst into someone in the process was definitely unintentional.
“Ohhhh my gosh, I’m so sorry, that was, that was definitely my fault!”