#sgnbora

[sgnseungho]

when the party’s over ,

          it’s not difficult for him to find her. all he’s gotta do is ask around if he needs to but, truth is, he knows bora like the back of his hand at this point. or he should say like his shoulder given the number of times he’s had to throw her over his shoulder just to drag her ass home. last night seemed to be an exception and he can only offer to help with the aftermath, chuckling as he walks up to her sitting at a table. she always looks good but today is different. today, he swears she might be hungover still and he sets down a smoothie, only her favorite, to try and coax her to hydrate. “ where’d the night take you this time? dance on any bars last night? ” though he didn’t get a call, so maybe not. ( @sgnbora ) 

[sgndaeryong]

"We probably shouldn't drink this much." Regret is not the color of her intonation, rather belated thoughts dripping like honey from the tip of liquor saturated tongue. Hues zero in on the familiar face of the man who runs both her class and extracirricular life these days -- what a joke. Her or him has yet to be expanded upon. "You definitely have a problem." Just like her. Just like half the population of the college. Whatever.

“No, you probably shouldn’t drink this much.” Emphasizing the fact that usually when they are done away at the bar it was her that was waist deep in her own intolerance. If anything, her presence was the only reason why he saved the black-out drinking for when he was alone. That didn’t mean he didn’t find his way through several bottles of alcohol – of course not. He’d be stumbling out the door with her body thrown over his shoulders but at least he could say he could get her home. She usually couldn’t remember half of what they even did before she was wasted beyond comprehension. “You sound like my sister-in-law.” A retort that had him rolling his eyes and inevitably shaking his head as the spinning of his head didn’t help. “Don’t you have like… studying to do… or something? Your last essay… was shit. Why am I— like…” burp. “…always taking care of you?”