Helllooo! Some prompt for you: Vincenzo picking up and dealing with heavily drunk Cha Young after her Juridical graduates reunion.
So I will make a challenge to myself to write this as fast as I can because I always take SO LONG to write (lol this is future you right here - this was a misjudgement).
Soon I will be posting drunk Vincenzo too lol with an Amy Santiago-style drinking scale and all the goodies.
We have two swearwords as a consequence of my pursuit to be funny.
Also on ao3. Enjoy!! And please consider leaving a thought or two- they don't fail on being sweet to read.
Vincenzo is way too amused when Cha-young's number calls him at the end of the day.
The same can not be said for when she is not the one to speak on the other side of the line.
"Hello? Mr. Quassano?" An unknown male voice asks hesitantly. Vincenzo grips his mug way too tightly - if his glass wasn't already broken he is quite sure he would have snapped the stem apart right now. "I'm Ms. Hong's colleague and-"
"Where is she?" He cuts abruptly, unsettled by the queasy burning arising up his throat.
"Oh, so that's just the thing; we are at the hospital."
It's a 30 minutes long drive.
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"Apparently, one can only fall down from a table so many times before they twist their ankle." He teases smoothly, approaching the familiar mop of silky hair; her head hangs loosely forward, her face not even visible - he realises only then that she might not even be awake.
The conversation with her colleague had gone well enough. The man stuttered greatly through the explanation of what happened - Cha-young being her exceptional self had took a wrong step while screaming at the top of her lungs from up the table at the karaoke; and him not only being sober but also the designated driver of the night had quickly took her to the hospital as she continued to scream, only this time, in pain. Nonetheless and most importantly, she was safe and sound, her ankle being - fortunately for everyone involved - the only outcome.
The fear in the man's eyes while he told the story had addmitingly put Vincenzo at self-satisfied ease. He thought that he had only looked desperately concerned when he came running into the hospital still in his silk pyjamas - but perhaps, jealousy was by itself, a menacing look on him. He had never before seen himself as the jealous type, yet it comes unsurprisingly, just another of the many consequences of the magnetic pull of one Hong Cha-young; of what she manages to bring out of him, and just how out of control it tips him off.
"I thought that I had for sure broken something this time." She grumbles.
"To be fair, a twisted ankle does hurt pretty badly."
She looks up at him, eyes dazzling unfocused - oh, he momentarily forgot, she is a completely wasted.
Cha-young gasps, cupping his face.
"I know" is choked out unconvincingly convincing.
"What's your name, handsome?" She mumbles, going for one of her signature blinks - she ends up only squeezing both of her eyes shut.
"Vincenzo Cassano" he replies smugly - her compliment lightning him in a way that seems absurd.
Cha-young buries her face on her hands, groaning.
"Screw him." She mumbles muffled.
"What?" Is asked at least three tones higher than intended.
"I wanna screw him." She slips out.
He falls down pathetically on his bottom.
"Who?" His voice nothing but a shriek at this point, eyes blown wide.
"You -" She leans down, jabbing a finger rhythmically on his chest at every word. "Are. Very. Dumb."
She yawns at his face right then, hiding herself on the crook of his neck - not even conceding him the time to get offended. Vincenzo smiles, realising begrudgingly that it probably makes him look very much stupid indeed.
"Okay drunkard, let's get you home - you will certainly feel this all too well tomorrow."
She is already asleep on his shoulder.
