@kxcyrano:
Usually, Key would find himself in the same sort of state as the girl tottering beside him. Somewhat sober enough to walk in a vaguely straight line and talk cohesively, but drunk enough to accidentally get herself run over. The matchmaker was actually heading towards the club when he saw the woman exit the building, and his plans to get wasted were immediately postponed to help the fellow party-goer.
“Well, at least you kept track. I usually lose count within the first hour.” His humour didn’t go amiss, especially when he recognised the woman to be Rosalynn, the stranger he shared a spontaneous kiss with under the mistletoe a few months ago. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
Pleasantries were no sooner dismissed with a hearty chuckle, turning towards her with a look of genuine concern. “I can give you a lift home if you need it.”
Rosalynn liked to drink – not cheap soju, of course, but the sort of hard liquor and pretty cocktails that usually cost the same price as a standard meal at the bar. She never had to pay, of course, since those boys around her were more than willing to do so in hopes that they might just score a night in her bed. Maybe another night though, because she was rather tired of entertaining idiots and her new heels were making her feet sore.
She gave a faint whine, shaking her head as a pout formed on her pretty pink lips. It was clear that Rosalynn was a little tipsy, enough to trip over a small crack on the pavement though she regained her balance soon enough. “I don’t want to go home yet,” she sighed, shaking her head, “I need to stay away for a night or two – the land lady is being mean because I haven’t paid rent this month again, but it’s not my fault that Moschino released their new line!”
