@xdowonx
bless his heart, but this guy is just not it.
maybe she’s not strictly looking for a date to spend her hard-earned time with, just some sort of excitement to pull her out of the mire of everyday life.
suppose this is life: going out and trying not to get drunk enough to lose your wits completely. juyeon has been too busy staring at her phone for the past 30 minutes, trying to figure out a ride home or anything better to do, to really keep up with the steady flow of drinks this guy has been downing. she figures he’s nervous, perhaps painfully aware of her disinterest. big enough to handle the alcohol well though, so he’s got that going for him at least.
"so, it’s getting pretty late..” she draws it out, dips one metaphorical toe in the lukewarm water to see what it stirs up– if anything.
“one last drink?” he suggests, apparently implying that there’s no rush. bold sentiment given the situation, but juyeon bites, always eager to see what’s next.
she obliges with a nondescript smile and nod, masking the contempt by shifting her attention away to the interior, some detail of an artwork on the wall, the vaguely familiar bartender in her periphery, and then back to her phone, when his voice suddenly snaps her back to reality.
her drink is here, it seems. and has been sitting for a while too judging by his sour expression and the condensation around the outside of the glass.
“uh, cheers, i guess.” this is the the price of her freedom: one disgustingly sweet-looking drink of a dubious tropical shade, with an even more off-putting smell. there’s a metaphor in there somewhere, if only she could be bothered.










