rabbit hole
11pm / off-campus / @xvjinah
being several tequila shots and then some (more) into her saturday night has kang hyojin feeling like a real winner, even if she's long lost her sense for time, coordination, and her left miu miu shoe. with about as much grace as a bull in a china shop, she plows through the throng of clubgoers and stumbles outside, one hand gripped around jinah’s arm and the other holding up the her remaining right shoe by the strap.
“ugh—c’mon you,” she grunts, heaving the other girl’s weight forward. almost there. but it’s far from almost. it’s 11:00:59 and the shoreline stop feels like it’s three hundred feet away instead of three, and no matter how quickly she attempts to trip-run, each ripple of sand feels like a whole sahara under her bare feet, and the bus doors have already promptly closed shut.
“fuck.” hyojin tries again, but to no avail. the vehicle revs up and in a blinding blast that nearly knocks both of them off into the ground, it’s gone. just like that.
she drops jinah into the sand with a loud groan.
“good going dumbass, we missed it.”