[ » ] * Truth and Tipsy.
( bang minah ) + ( lee seunghyun ) + ( park sojin )
◜ ┅━ › This isn’t a good idea. This is a bad idea. This is a horrible idea. This is... ugh. Why did I let Sojin beg her way into this meeting? I’m surprised he even agreed and invited us over to his house-- which, may I add, has an excessive amount of alcoholic drinks. I can predict this ending badly if any drinks are involved.
However, through all the doubts I had, I followed the famous T.O.P. and my unnie to our night’s stay. I wasn’t sure what to expect but I felt more nervous than normal. Two older people under the influence never ends well. And, that’s the reason I kept convincing myself to come. I needed to supervise and let these two have their very safe fun. Every jerk of the hand made me halt my breath. Every movement at all made my adrenaline pump. Before I knew it, my lip gloss was completely gone by the nervous habit of lip biting.
Due to my age, I was always the one pouring the drinks which meant I could throw my shots away instead of wasting myself. I can also control how much they are intaking. This suddenly sounds more like a babysitting gig rather than a meeting-- actually an adultsitting gig. I know I can trust both of them but not under the influence. No one can be trusted under that.
With the clinks of all the shots glasses, wine glasses, the actually drinks being settled upon the table, it signaled the start of the fun. I picked up the prettiest looking soju bottle there, popped it open, and started pouring.
» — ❛ “Bottoms up, everyone.” I said before just barely tipping the glass over for a drop to burn my throat. What game are we going to play while drinking? Koreans and their drinking and their drinking games... we are wild people. I hope it’s a family game of some sort. If it’s not... and things start getting hot, I’m going to completely regret this day. Let the drunk acting begin. I did the typical ‘ahh’ of delight after ‘downing’ the poison and clasped my hands. My eyes were shut tight with my facial muscles tightened as if I’m struggling to accept the bitterness. “Any-- uh... Any... suggestion for drinking games?”











