“Right, we’ve probably had enough alcohol for the rest of the night. We’re getting way too philosophical.”
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Alcohol to Minho it’s a solution to multiple things. He doesn’t always drink despite having quite a great amount in his home in result of being around his group of friends who evolve around nothing but night entertainment facilities. The man needed his consciousness in order to work and probably more than most people considering the quality he expects out of one session. Tonight, however, one of his friend Yixing decided to drag him away from his den and out to have a little fun considering it’s friday night. It took the younger several attempts in doing so and succeeded finally..
The both of them ended up with excessive amount of alcohol on their table it looked like nothing but a suicide attempt in the most pleasurable way. After several shots and multiple glasses the two began a conversation..a philosophical one with mixtures of history and others more they both won’t remember by the time they gain their sober state.
“Right, we’ve probably had enough alcohol for the rest of the night. We’re getting way too philosophical.”
“What do you mean ‘too’ philosophical? the world is art my friend and a little philosophy adds a taste to it you should know..aren’t you a chef?”
