wayward angels | h + q
@247qian
Two bodies who just met each other swayed against the beat, touching each other like there is no tomorrow. One was whispering sweet little nothings on her ear while the other just flip her hair and laugh at every word he says. They were a spectacle, a common one, but a show nonetheless.
Hana was still gathering her bearings and what better way to familiarize herself than experiencing the nightlife of the city? She might have mentioned this to the man she is now with for they are about to play a little game. A little welcome gift, he slurred. Beer and soju bottles are served on their table along with a shot glass. He also requested for another two tall glasses and the waiter immediately understood what he was talking about for he returned with his orders with a smirk on his face. He introduced the tipsy girl to soju bomb and then explained the mechanics as simply as he can, fighting with the deafening bass on the speakers.
She soon became giggly, an evidence that the alcohol has finally consumed her. Hana had a brief stint of partying nonstop during her days at a foreign land, but soon put it in regulation when the vices are affecting her grades. As she downed the glass of mixed soju and beer, she nudged her companion. However, he did not respond. His head rolled back on the couch, unconscious and unresponsive.
“Ah, what a loser,” she said in disappointment. Hana grabbed her coat and purse, not bothering to leave her share for their drinks. The loser has to pay for all of them anyways. She cannot believe that she has to go back to her apartment alone after all of the ruckus, but then again, she doesn’t want to take care of some drunk stranger at the first week of her return in Seoul.
As she pushed the doors of the bar open and let herself out, Hana immediately took off her shoes that had been torturing her feet all night long. The temperature is dipping on the negatives, but when you are very drunk, you won’t be able to feel anything. Your face, your hands and even the ice biting against your bare feet as you walk, you are completely numb.
She idly wondered if the night could have been different if she approached the man crooning by the bar instead. Hana remembered the woman sitting a few chairs down him and she thought she was familiar. Her name was just on the tip of her tongue, but then again light strobes that danced along the DJ’s beats must have played tricks on her mind.
A cab is approaching her way and she flailed her hand wildly to flag it down, but the vehicle slowed down at first and then zoomed past her. In return, Hana flipped off the departing driver before slumping down on the icy ground. The click of heels on the pavement perked her attention and she turned her head towards the sound.
“Hey, you.” Her manners have already slipped out of her drunken stupor. “Can you take me back to my apartment? It’s just over there.” Hana pointed at the blinking skyscrapers lined up on the empty street.