Trevor didn’t like to use the term drunk. It just seemed so low brow or cliche, downright corny if he were being honest. Tipsy was probably his favorite word to used, quickly followed by buzzed. And at that moment in time, he could say without a doubt that he was well past the point of being tipsy or buzzed. He’d drank enough soju for two people and it was a miracle that he could even still stand up straight. His tolerance must have been skyrocketing at that very moment.
While he didn’t like to use the term drunk, the bartender did. That much was certain when he told Trevor to get his drunk ass out of here, to which the idol responded with laughter, before grabbing his jacket and stumbling out the back entrance of the bar. He usually used back entrances because less people and the paparazzi usually stood out front waiting for idols to come outside in a drunken stupor.
It was made quite obvious that he wouldn’t be able to make it home by himself by the time he had made it down the street, and he groaned, looking around until suddenly he spotted a familiar face. “Hey,” he slurred, pointing at Arin. “You.. You live near my dorms, don’t you? Can you help me out? A- Arin, right?”
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