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my muse drunk dials your muse
>> Studio 57, Apartment #408 12:17 a.m. <<
Mihyun sat up slowly, dragging the phone to her ear as she leaned back against the wall, her pillows making the position awkward. When the sound grew faint, she pulled the phone away from her face to discover she was holding it upside down, she flipped it and held it up to her ear, squeezing her eyes shut against the harsh bright light of her phone screen. She didn’t need to look at the name to know it was Hanbyul, the voice on the other end easily recognizable.
Mihyun didn’t know how long she had been listening to Hanbyul ramble, interjecting uh-huh’s and okays before she realized Hanbyul was drunk. Mihyun didn’t know if she should be flattered or annoyed and ignored both suggestions in favor to the fuzzy feeling of being woken against her will. The conversation topic was something about work and an accident and a rude customer. Apparently it had been eating at her all day to lead her to drink and then call someone to complain.
Now, sufficiently awake, Mihyun found her voice and offered a suggestion
“Do you want me to beat them up?” She asked, adopting a super serious voice in order to get her fellow classmate to laugh.