@daltaejun
her throat burns as she tips her head back, emptying yet another cup of the party’s liquor into her system. she had only planned for one drink, something to take the edge off as she witnessed the marriage, yet there she was, breath laced with the proof of her mistakes. one could only be thankful she was under the watchful eye of her husband, rather than free to do whatever ideas her mind could come up with.
“okay, okay, THAT was the last one –– i swear.”
as if she hadn’t said the same for the last couple of drinks as well.
she didn’t remember alcohol tasting so good, nor did she remember the warmth spreading across her skin (which she enjoyed) – if getting drunk always felt like this, she thought it might be a good idea to be like this all the time. it had been awhile since the lady had last been so intoxicated, and her lack of experience was proven with the clumsiness that had overcome her actions.
“the real question is, taejun, why is everyone here so sad? it’s a wedding, it’s a happy day! our wedding was a happy day, the happiest day, i loved our wedding. it was so pretty! like this one, right? no one is smiling though, and that’s going to bring bad energy to this pairing which is going to set them up for failure –– which is just bad.”
there’s a lull in her words as she hops over a raised rock in the path.
“right?”
