⊗ \ tosses at your face -
Send me “⊗” and I’ll generate a number: 105. A night out in Vegas.
❝You do realize I can’t drink or go to any clubs around here yet.❞ Hayoung reminded with a dull expression resting along her features. Dull and bland because she doesn’t know where else to go around the area, didn’t have enough time to observe the surroundings nor do any research so she knows where to head off to. For someone her own age as well. Here they are, walking along the pavement. People in common costumes to get a couple of bucks out of visitors wallets and into their own to earn a snap of one’s camera. There’s also a local bar out in the open, people drinking and there’s loud music playing in the background for others to hear.
Hyun merely chuckles at her reaction, knowing that she’s sulking in the inside because she can’t sneak her way into clubs or gamble a couple of bucks here and there. Playing with a few others on a table for a proper game of poker or sitting on a chair, eyes focusing on the slots to see if she won more or lost twice as much. ❝And you’re forgetting that I’m your boss, you damn idiot.❞ What he meant to say was that he has his connections, therefore she wouldn’t be in trouble. If Hayoung falls into the wrong hands tonight or during this trip; he’ll take partial blame for it since he does have a tendency to watch over her whenever they were with each other.
Hakkasan was their first location, one of the well known clubs in Vegas and when they were pulled in with no hesitations nor suspicious by the bouncers in the front. She’s still around him, bottle waving in one hand and she’s dancing with a few random people on the dance floor. Which is typical because to Hyun, she’s still reckless and childish but when it comes down to business at least she knows how to regain composure in order to appear mature and sophisticated. Lights were flickering, neon colors etched across every angle of the surroundings. The enjoyment of loosening up for one night, never focus on the stress any longer to fill it up with alcohol and the taste of nicotine.
❝Hyun, Hyun, Hyunnie! Aw come on shithead, hello!❞ Hayoung shouts at the top of her lung, bouncing on the heels of her feet when they press against the mattress she’ll be collapsing in, in a couple of minutes to an hour. There’s a wide grin etched across her features with her arms raising up to grab his attention. And he’s staring directly at her, brows furrowing in the center and he tugs on the covers underneath her delicate frame. Once, twice and a third time and Hyun finally tugs her off of his bed and down to the ground with a thud. She’s whining, rubbing her arm and there’s a string of curse words coming afterwards but her body is still sprawled on the top laying down comfortably now.
It’s amusing to see, especially when she’s at her drunken state; Hayoung won’t remember a single thing about what she’s doing or what happened tonight either.
He grasped the comforters more tightly in between lithe fingers,opening the door with a spare hand and held it open with the tip of his foot. Dragging her out of his hotel room in order to place her originally to her own, which wasn’t too far from his, a couple doors down to the left.
❝Remind me to never have you drink too much, you fucking handful.❞
