jinah still has a shot glass in her hand when she’s suddenly being dragged through a thick crowd of sweaty drunk (and/or high) clubgoers, which has her desperately trying not to spill anything on the sticky floor. when they’re finally outside, she realises her attempts were futile and only half a shot remains in the glass, even less when hyojin continues to drag her to the shoreline.
she drinks what’s left anyway, blissfully unaware of what was apparently at stake until she finds herself with a mouthful of sand. “what the fuck—” she splutters, wiping her mouth with the back of her arm. it takes her a moment for everything to recalibrate and for her to realise that they just missed the last bus. “my bad.”
still, she doesn’t bother getting up from the sand just yet.
“you know, i can probably just portal us back home.” she sits up way too quickly when that idea hits her and nearly falls back down when she attempts to stand up, the sand feeling like it’s all slipping away under her feet. “don’t worry, i’ve got it.”
dropping the shot glass, it takes every bit of concentration that jinah’s drunken self can muster at this point to generate a portal in front of them, illuminating the sand with a violet hue. directing a smug smile at hyojin, she nods towards their way back home. “you first, hot stuff.”
"mm yeah, way to state the obvious." hyojin scoffs, all too quick to follow up with a finger-flick, but her aiming's way off from jinah's pretty pretty forehead, and she's stopped short with reconsideration. well duh, makes sense doesn't it. there's no use to vertigo inducement in this predicament, not when the right amount of boozes guarantees the same spell of fawn legs and nausea. and she for one, is well over that part of the night.
so finger-flick turns into a flat palm that gives jinah a good smack on the back. “you’re so useful sometimes, you know?” she coos, before half-slumping against the pole of the bus stop to watch her do what she’s gotta do. hyojin’s grin grows in tandem with the radius of the portal that manifests out of thin air, until it’s a match for jinah’s own.
the stilleto drops right next to where the shot glass has sunk into the sand, and hyojin takes a step forward, though not before grabbing jinah by the elbow. she’s not taking any chances. “get over here, you.”
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