#ariajung

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The smoke falls out through the opening of her lips when they part briefly, lifting up another paper bill to wave at the bartender closest to where she was placed. Heel clinked and attached to the steel of the maroon colored stool she sat on comfortably. It takes her a while to drag the cigarette off her lips, wanting to ensure the taste of Tobacco on the roof of her mouth. A shade of gray falls along the process as she feels a body press along her own, palm resting on the marble surface. Lips twitched in annoyance with ivory teeth gritting upon each other.

"What do you want?" The inquiry emits out with a cold tone coming in the words. Breathing, inhaling and exhaling heavily as she inclines her head towards the direction of the unknown stranger who appeared to look quite tipsy. Stumbling upon her own step and she can see the other almost falling onto her knees. It would be a pleasant image for the group of men and women to sight their eyes upon, milky skin becoming more exposed if it occurred but slender digits wrapped around the latter's wrist to tug her upwards to regain the composure she originally had. Possibly when she was sobered and not tripping over the tiniest of steps.

"Fuck's sake, keep it together, darlin'. There's people practically waiting for you to trip over or some shit so they have a damn excuse to drool over ya'."

Eyes rolling in annoyance, Naeun doesn't exactly care what happens to her. Barely knowing her name to be exact and her chocolate colored irises began to glance over the features, memorizing it and observing with a sharp eye. Shrugging the leather jacket up and over shoulders with a brief chuckle in amusement at how hazy the other's gaze was. These were the type of people she enjoys encountering late at night, someone to wrap her pretty little fingers around for one night. Then again, she doesn't give in too easily. It's a silent game she plays with another and somehow she found it. Found her.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you, it's rude to stare."

Again, the charcoal colored hair woman spoke once again. Noticing how long this particular stranger who she managed to grab a hold of was keeping her gaze on her instead of other people who were still in the bar during this time. Elbow pressed against the counter, fingers grazing underneath her skin to tap at it. Letting her eyes meet the latter's once again, the corner of her lips beginning to twitch into a sly smirk.

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[MSG]:I see you'll flirt with just about anyone.

[MSG]: I see you'll flirt with just about anyone.

The stick fiddles in between her lips, smoke falling gracefully between effortlessly sighs. She refuses to speak a word to anyone who lingers around her, eyes flickering down into the screen of her phone when it was pressed into her dainty fingers. A brow arched at the sight of the message, clearly remembering who the female was. And to Naeun eyes she would consider her to be rather loose when alcohol falls down her throat, not that it was a bad thing - to the young female that is. So fingers began to slide across the keyboard in order to give the female a message, pausing momentarily to pinch her cigarette in between her fingers to tap off the ashes that were formed.

And send! There goes her reply.

[ sms: aria ] Darling, darling, darling. Is this your way of showing obvious jealousy or being possessive over me? Or were you capturing a glimpse of me from a distance, noticing how I spoke to another stranger not too long ago, hm? Tell me, enlighten me. Just give me a reason.

[xechaste]

▋▍Stranded || Corinne & Aria

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♖—; Good thing she had her seatbelt on—or she would have launched herself out of the back seat and onto the asphalt at 100 kilometers per hour. They weren’t kidding when they said the traffic in New York was among the worst in the world. Straightening up to catch her breath, she caught sight of the driver’s eyes in the rear-view mirror. Corinne was beyond furious, bordering crazed and her LEVO was buzzing dangerously on her wrist, warning her of her dropping levels. Popping a chocolate into her mouth, she stared back at the driver’s reflection.

       “You okay there, miss?” he asked in what seemed to be an attempt to appear concerned. Huh. He’d probably gotten into this situation plenty of times. Fixing her fringe into place, she replied curtly, “Fine and dandy.” The rest of the journey continued on in silence and in an agonisingly slow pace. She didn’t dare to let her eyes close once again for fear that that would be the last time she’d see daylight even if they were travelling slower than a trapped turtle—yes, they barely moved a feet.

       Corinne was indeed in a hurry—she had woken up late that particular day and she had a flight to catch in half an hour. But now, she doubted that she could get there in time thanks to another cab that ran the red light earlier, crashed into the vehicle ahead of hers and caused a standstill, as if the usual one wasn’t bad enough. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally made it to the drop zone. Hastily, she just handed the driver a twenty and slammed the door shut as she dashed to her designated boarding gate with her luggage in tow.

       As she made a sharp turn around a corner, she accidentally ran into a man who happened to be enjoying his ice-cream—or what was left of it. The boarding pass that was in her hand just a second ago flew across the floor and slid under a row of seats. There was no time to waste begging to be pardoned—especially for that mess she made on his expensive-looking suit—so she just shot him an apologetic look and scurried off to get her boarding pass. She could already see the gate—it was just two gates away. Grabbing the ticket, she then made a final sprint towards her destination.

       And she would have gotten there if not for the sudden foot jutting out in right in front of her. She didn’t see it until it was too late. “Noooooo!” she screeched as she fell forward and landed face first on the tiled floor. A loud crunch followed upon impact. The pain only appeared seconds later. She whirled around to glare at the owner of the foot who was sitting with one leg crossed over the other at the edge of her seat. But she soon froze when she felt something warm flow down her upper lip. Panicked, she touched the spot and found her fingers coated in crimson. Her head instantly started spinning.

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"Oops, did I do that? ...Oh well."

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She's close to spitting out the coldest of comments to the other woman out of distaste at such immature actions. Childish, simply childish. The look that spreads across the other woman's face makes her want to speak far more than what she's going to say. Needing to withdraw herself from doing so. Don't waste your time, she muses silently.

The liquid that spills along the cocktail dress that she rarely wears unless it's on a special occasion was simply dampen now. Naeun chuckles lowly underneath her breath, barely the sound comes off due to the noises that were in the lounge that they were in. One quick glance at the other woman and her attention falls somewhere else. Somewhere she considers more important.

"Watch where you're watching next time, darling. It'd be a pity if the same thing happens to you. Don't you think?" Naeun remains nonchalant about the problem. She could care less whether it was accidental or purposely. She isn't going to waste such precious time on another woman who's practically keeping her away from the business she was here after all for tonight. Her palm was lifted up to retract the handkerchief she normally keeps in the pocket of her jeans -- or in this case her coat. Wiping it off with little to no force, heels clinking onto the tiled surface of the floor underneath her feet. Crossing the stranger without giving a second glimpse at her face, refusing to let someone come in between her and what's important.

"Now if you excuse me, I have something urgent to attend."