Handprints || Sandara x Himchan
Sandara Park was known for having a really low tolerance when it came to alcohol. It only took a beer or a shot and she would be gone. Lately she had been drinking much more often than she should have been. It was probably because of her frustrations when it came to not getting Jiyong to EVER respond the way that she wanted him to. Was it so weird that she had come back as a totally different person than she left? The whole situation always made her incredibly angry.
Today had been another awkward hi and bye match with him and she decided to tackle that bottle of vodka that she had been hiding under her cot. It took her one small drink and her face had quickly flushed, that hazy smile that had recently become her best friend lingering on her lips. She found herself happily with vodka bottle in hand, standing under a tree just at the edge of camp. It was in a place that no one really ventured to go and she was starting to find that she didn’t like being alone. However, the thought of walking more than a few steps made her dizzy, so instead she just leaned back against the tree.
“Yooo-hooo~ Is anyone arouuuuuund?” She called, giggling before taking a swig of the alcohol that was far bigger than it should have been. She frowned when she looked around and no one answered. A huff escaped her lips and she closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the hard tree trunk.
“What are you doing, Sandara?” She whispered to herself, heart aching for the closeness of somebody -- ANYBODY. She didn’t care if it was one stupid one night stand. Switching from android back to having human feelings had to have been one of the stupidest decisions that she had ever made. Now she found herself questioning everything. Did she belong there? Had Jiyong really missed her the way that he kept saying? Was she even attractive enough for anyone to care about?
Footsteps pulled her out of her depressing thoughts. Her eyes snapped back open and they trained on the person coming closer. THe face was an unfamiliar one, but she figured that he was most likely a part of the circus. A smirk pulled over her lips and she raised her hand to point at him. “Youuuu, come here~” She called to him, voice thick and slow with alcohol.
He was a stranger, but she had a feeling that he was about to get lucky.
