"How drunk are you right now?" // Welcome to femllective.
She’s at an afterparty held in honor of the debut of the latest drama she’s casted in at Club Ellui in Gangnam, and Ahyoung may or may not have had a little bit too much to drink.
But a little rum never hurt anybody, and especially not when paired with good old pumpkin spice. Ahyoung stares down at her glass, enchanted by the ripples forming across the surface of the icy golden liquid as it splashes around its ceramic prison. It smells absolutely intoxicating, and if she is to be brutally honest with herself, she doesn’t want to leave. Sure – she can no longer spot her fellow actors anywhere in her proximity, which truthfully should sound the alarm bells in her head, and no doubt, the raucous pulsing of the club’s speakers are making the fillings in her teeth ache – but she’s not done with her delectable drink and dare she say it – she might even want a couple more.
❝ Whatcha talking about, eonni? ❞ She glances up hazily beneath her lashes at the stranger, about to offer her a sip of her own glass of rum, but stops short. The brunette admonishing her – she seems irritated, Ahyoung thinks to herself – looks strangely familiar, but she realizes with a pang of annoyance that the alcohol is hindering her vision.
Then she squints, and it clicks.
❝ Soonkyu?! ❞ A delighted, tipsy laugh spills from her lips, and Ahyoung can’t stop the surge of exuberance that flows through her system. Wrapping her arms around her friend, she stares up at her feverishly with her cheeks flushed a bright scarlet, her mouth curved into a jubilant grin. Vaguely, she recalls bit and pieces of a phone call conversation she had about an hour ago. ❝ Did I… Did I call you? I thought I was talking to Sojin-eonni… ❞ She frowns, slurring her words, then shrugs happily and resumes pressing her cheek to Sunny’s torso as she erupts into a fit of drunken giggles. ❝ I don’t mind, I missed you lots anyway! Mmmh…. ❞