𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓—
↪ FROM ( 이도담 ) TO ( OPEN )
* note, limited to dazed anniv. party.
this dazed anniversary party is not exactly an event that a member of sodapop seamlessly fits into, but if you ask dodam, he'd say that, of them all, he's one of the only ones who can make it work. with his increasing proximity to high fashion, his evolving public image, and his effortlessly expensive aura, it's only natural that he finds it easier to rub elbows with those in attendance here, as opposed to anyplace else. sure, it's somewhat intimidating to be one of the younger faces in the crowd, but thankfully, a shot (or two... maybe three) of his favorite peach soju has killed any unease that's infiltrated his system; loosening his limbs, and his lips, in a way that's not out of control just yet, but could get there if he's not careful. it's a slippery slope.
he's glad that the foundation and concealer painted across his skin is doing a decent job at covering up the delicate flush that's decorating the apples of his cheeks, and he hopes he remembers to thank his makeup artist for opting for a higher coverage this time. they clearly know what they're doing. any sign of him being even the slightest bit inebriated at this soiree would not only reflect badly on him, but it would also cast a shadow on sodapop, too. recently, ahseop had a run-in with distraught fans for showing face at an after-party, so it's clear that their unfortunately juvenile fan-base are prone to getting their feelings hurt by what he believes are menial offenses.
dodam digresses, though. it's his curse for becoming successful, he's certain of that. for now, he mingles, and flashes his signature smile, and glitters around the atmosphere like the sprite he is; adoring the attention he's being given from all his seniors. after awhile, however, he feels the warmth of his buzz start fading, so he returns to the bar for a pick-me-up, and as he waits for the bartender to slide a shot-glass his way, he turns to the person beside him and beams. he's not able to make out who they are right away, but that doesn't stop him from striking up a conversation.
"phaze was great tonight, right?" he begins, sighing sweetly. "they're all so hot... like, i don't understand how the stage underneath them didn't melt because of it." despite the decrease in alcohol-induced elation, he's clearly still loose-lipped... whoops. "blue and chaea were okay, too, i guess. i... wasn't really paying attention, i won't lie." it's then when he's given his vice, and before he tosses it back in one gulp, he looks to the other once more. "oh, do you want one, too? it's peachy... like me!"