heavy metal wings. feat. @beyinuo
she doesn't know a damn thing this man is saying.
he's drunk as a skunk, and sua's in the process of helping him out of his chair and into the car waiting outside for him. she casts a critical eye to the pile of money he leaves for yinuo, nodding her head in satisfaction when she sees a good amount of bills there. gesturing a quick brb to the other vaguely before she focuses all of her attention to the man. he's switched the topic to something about finances and company policies that sua can't make heads or tails of. she's all too happy to stuff him into the back of a cab, scribble a fake number on his arm and see him off.
when she returns back to the bar, the words slip right out of her mouth. "please tell me he at least tipped you half of what he drank." sliding back into her stool, she drags back her drink and takes a hefty sip from it. "if he didn't, he gave me his business card and his personal number." she scoffs in disbelief, reaching into her jacket pocket to pull out a card. she gives it a scan, then tosses it onto the counter dismissively. "i could send one of those exploding glitter tubes to his office."