Drink Me
it’s a known fact that sooyeon can’t hold her alcohol well — in fact, there’s no argue. she can’t hold her liquor intake at all. one little drink gets her a little before incoherent; it gets her all snuggly and smiley and tipsy, while two gets her a bit sick. the third drink always has her throwing up her arms with a yell, and the fourth one reduces her to that of a child.
— but sooyeon’s on the second one, and with a whine, she sets her head on the counter. she mumbles words about headaches and stomachaches, peering up at the female next to her with a pout.
"tatiana~" she whines, pouting at the girl as she huffs. the counter is cool on her face, and sooyeon lets out a small sigh at it. "why’d you make me drink so much…"
to be quite honest, the older female didn’t have anything to do with it. in fact — it had been sooyeon to propose they go out, and well would you look at where she is now.
"…i think i’m gonna puke."