— in response to @lavtiena
Tipsy, she would consider herself to be tipsy. No more, no less. It is a habit of hers: the incessant denial of being drunk, too drunk to function. Seoah refuses to be categorized as incapable to act like a decent human being just because of a few glasses of soju. As long as she can return home by herself, it’s fine, even if it means staggering the entire way there and becoming a chatterbox to the spirits she can’t even see.
Heavy eyelids threaten to close eyes shut with no guarantee of opening again. But Seoah is all ears to what Vanessa has to say. Since the conversation has taken an odd turn, the singer’s obstinate to stay awake, her head now resting on crossed arms and her hair cascading on the side, dangerously close to their stack of empty bottles. ❝ But aren’t aliens creatures of the night too? ❞ Perhaps not residents on their dear planet Earth, but that would be unfair to exclude them from the list. ❝ I still find it ridiculous. It’s not like they have the proper meals for our bovines. ❞ Nor do they have the right atmosphere and any other viable conditions for the cows to survive. ❝ And they didn’t think about how much those animals take space in their flying vessels. Talk about giving a better life to them. ❞ Of course, the singer is no expert in what’s supernatural. Her belief comes from the ones taught to her. Though she’s old enough to think independently, to develop her perspectives of things, she isn’t one to argue on matters deemed irrefutable. Easy to prove one’s existence, but the opposite? That’s unlikely. ❝ Just to make it clear. I do not own a pet cow. Just two adorable fluffy cats! Two! ❞ The blonde exclaims with pride, almost hitting the other with two fingers aimed at her. With alcohol running in her system, there’s a need to call it a night. Thank goodness the other female suggested it. However, her lips pucker into a pout, her hair flipped at the abrupt jolt of her head. ❝ Eh? Already? Do we have to leave nooooooooow? ❞
Despite her childish whine, she remains obedient. The singer does not forget to pay, cash left on the table with a smiley face drawn on a napkin. A moon pie in one hand, Seoah beams on their way out. ❝ By the way, has anyone told you your name is close to Nessie? Vanessa, Nessa... Nessie! ❞ And there she goes, making up a melody on the spot with the newfound nickname.













