“I’m a real bargain, don’t you think? If you don’t take me, I’ll end up going somewhere else.”
“And who wouldn’t pick up a catch like you?” It comes out half sarcastic, because her affection for alcohol always made her soft for pretty girls.
She tips the glass back, peers into the bottom of the bottle like she’s searching for answers or some other metaphor, then sets it down with blatant frustration because she’s not drunk enough to be skipping out on a fight tonight. The anticipation has been tingling at the surface of her skin, but at the call for a night out she’s abandoning her gloves for a pair of uncomfortable (but very cute) heels. Kyungri raises her hands, waves over the bartender and signals for another round.
“So tell me, who left you high and dry, and stuck with me tonight?” Not that she minded the company. Sitting within her office for sixteen hours a day was becoming detrimental to her sanity. The papers piled on, the workload doubled due to favoritism and work place discrimination. Those are her hypothesis at least. For the time being, she’ll stick to politically correct terms. Perhaps she’d ought to call tomorrow off, because as of right now it felt like the shackles had broken and eager wings are ready to take flight.
“You know what? This place is kind of boring. Let’s take our drinks to-go and find mischief in the streets. The music is monotonous and creepy guys keep looking at us like we’re anything but human.”
