loveless.
@idsooyeon, halloween party, early in the night, status: mostly sober ( event )
he should be having fun. it seems to be the whole theme of the night. everyone funneled into the same building. co-mingle under an umbrella (ha) of an excuse. no fans, pictures banned, managers for the most part gone and a bar lined with drinks. another in san’s hand. the condensation’s sweat enough to stick at his palm, the edges of a too-large sweatshirt now damp.but he just shoves it up near his elbow whenever he notices, despite it’s slow and perpetual creep downward it continuously makes. that’s what he gets for wearing a non-costume that’s three times too big.
he should be having fun. he just turned twenty-five. but the entire day was spent shut in his apartment with jowi next to him getting progressively drunker in between sugar spikes. not that he’s deviating far from that now. there are just more people involved. he takes another drink, continues his slow-winding laps around the crowded club as he tries to pick out his friends among the masses. it’s apparently a shame most of his friends consist of short girls with dark hair.
he stops when he spots an outlier, his tall friend with dark hair.
“im sooyeon,” he calls it out, voice catching over the bass that they’re all currently drowning in. she looks to be in the same mood that he is -- not thrilled, and not drunk enough. never one to pry, he decides to go with his gut, tosses out a “we should drink.” he tosses back the rest of the one in his hand to give himself a greater excuse to feed his budding problem with alcoholism.
he catches sight of an empty table, gestures instead of talking, a request for her to go claim it before he’s back at the bar. orders too many drinks before he falls down at her side. shoves his hood down and quirks a brow. “so why’re you in such a shit mood, or is that part of your whole...” he pauses, wraps his fingers around a shot glass, waves his fingers in the air. “look,” san finishes it off with a shrug before he tosses the shot back.