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“That’s shit.” Minah figured it was harder for her to get drunk simply because she had built up some sort of tolerance herself. Well, considering she was an actual middle aged man who got drunk every night just to cheat on his wife, she would have figured she had a higher tolerance. That just meant she was tempted to take even more alcohol. Which wasn’t exactly the best thing and she should definitely not be doing that. But she couldn’t stop it much. “Hey, heard what happened.” She didn’t really know what she was trying to say to her. “I don’t really know where I was going with that but. Another round of shots? I’ll ask for the hard stuff.” She said as she slid another one towards her and downed another again. Already ready to order for more. “I’m pissed too so we could get drunk in each other’s presence. Like one of those group circles shit where they talk about their feelings, but with just us and less feelings.”

“You’re very...I don’t know thoughtful? You basically just gave me a bunch of hope for something that isn’t going to happen. But it’s the thought that counts right? Reminds me of this girl I think is hot.” Minah had already apologized for talking to much but she was already finding it difficult to stop talking. “I’m sorry if I’m taking up so much of your time but I was ready to leave but I’ve already started talking y’know? It’s like once you start you can’t stop. Like the first time you try weed or something. I’ve never tried it before so I don’t know if that comparison works at all. Maybe the first time you try something that’s kind of weird but good at the same time? Yeah, that works better.” Minah has decided that she wasn’t really good at talking. But she was good at rambling enough until it seemed as if she was some quirky girl who was always talking. Which she kind of was, but it got even worse when she was drunk. “Oh you thought that was personal?” She was already shaking her head. “I’m sure i’ve told about a good ten other people something similar after a few drinks. But I guess that was less controllable than now? It’s like I got drunk off of talking. Or it’s just because you were there to listen. You’re a good listener dude, keep it up. I think that’s endearing or something to people.” There was a nod of her head before she began talking again. “Oh! Also I’m not buying this anymore.” She was handing the bottle to him. “What’s your name by the way? Don’t people get like a raise if they give really good customer service? I mean it doesn’t look like anyone else works here but whatever. I mean I may have just cut off a little bit of your sales but you kind of just cured my alcoholism for today. Or at least distracted me from it for a few moments.” There was a small smile on her face and it felt good. 

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Minah pretended to think about his words for a second, even going as far to tilt her head as if she were in deep thought. After a few seconds though, she gave up on the act. “Well, I dropped out of school years ago. It’s just not as fun as it used to be y’know? Now it’s like, you can’t make money unless it’s benefiting to the economy. And I’d love to learn about medicine to better the world but it’s just not my thing. There’s also not a lot of money going into the arts, explains why we have so many suffering artists trying to sell their mixtape while making conversation in the uber.” She shrugged. Another thing about Minah was that she lost interest quick, she liked fashion like her mom. But there was always a thing about it for her. Was it something she could really pursue? Something she even wanted to pursue? “I’m also the least creative person you could meet. I get drunk to numb the pain and I’m always trying to sleep with someone.” Minah didn’t know what it meant to not be the party girl. It was almost like it was her brand, her permanent label that was forever printed on her forehead. It was so much easier to go through life being who people expected you to be, but it was also tiring. Sometimes she wished she was creative and hardworking enough to be a dancer, or good enough to be anyone else than who was right now. But that seemed almost impossible with how she was going about her life. “You know how people say you should get a hobby? Well mine is drinking. And I’d love to try something new but I don’t really know how? I get what you though. It’s sometimes hard to change really.” It was like she was drunk already. “Fuck sorry.” First time she’s genuinely said that. “You’re not my fucking therapist. I’ll just leave you to it yeah?” She gestured towards the book that he had been reading. “I’ve started talking like a grandma already. Didn’t mean to tell you my entire life story, damn.”

Minah knew that after it happened there would be shit. She also knew that Kyunghee was pretty good at staying relatively calm about things like this. As the leader, she had to. While everyone else was losing their shit and practically pissing their pants about the incident and the backlash that was to come, the backlash that was already there. Kyunghee had to be the level headed leader to prevent chaos from erupting. But Minah knew her a bit too well to know that it wouldn’t last for long. For the most part, the one that would throw a fit would be Minah. And while Minah would like to think of herself as a complex character there were two sides of her character really. She either didn’t give two shits or she cared too much, resulted in her making various mistakes in a row. But it seemed when you took alcohol out of the equation Minah was suddenly more out of it than usual. It took her a minute to take in what was happening. And while she would have happily shut them all up she was stopped by Kyunghee. “Right. Sorry, I forgot it was irrational to threaten them with guns right? I just hate yelling, they’re giving me a headache.” They weren’t doing much, but the constant complaints and angry glares was enough to irritate her, she placed a hand onto her head for dramatic gesture. “Right so the Wildlings because they did this right?” Of course Minah was bitter, she was always bitter. “You know what, it was probably those fucking Snakes. Always stirring shit up.” It was always easier to point fingers. Especially in a situation like this.

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‘That’s cute’ Minah thought, not in a Qian way. Qian was cute because her eyes lit up when she got excited about something and she just loved to talk about the most random things. That was what made her cute, in Minah’s opinion. Not in a Hyemi way because she was cute like one of those disney princesses. Minah didn’t really know what about him came off as cute but it was endearing. And while she would love to get more than a word or two out of him in response she decided it’d be better to get her alcohol and do what she had been wanting to do for weeks now, get drunk. If you knew Minah at all you knew she was a bit of an alcoholic on the down low. And while it may be a bit surprising, she was trying to well, end that. Minah was young and developing this title to her name was something that had just dawned upon her recently. And while she couldn’t just quit on the spot she still wanted to give it a try anyways. Her dependance on the anti depressant was revealed the second she had decided to not drink for more than two or three days. And maybe she shouldn’t be buying another bottle full but temptation had gotten to her. And it was hard to deny temptation when you needed it so bad. “You don’t want to talk do you?” She was already fishing out the amount needed, a slight hesitance in her movements when she handed it to him. “I mean, I know you’re working. But even the convenience store cashier is trying to make conversation when I’m just trying to buy my strawberry milk.” She shrugged, continuing her one sided conversation. “Besides I’m trying to convince myself not to drink this whole bottle in one swing so distraction would be nice. I seriously don’t even need us to talk for hours just a few more minutes before the next bum walks in here after being treated like a charity case just to buy alcohol. Maybe that was a little too descriptive.” The thing was, when Minah was anxious she seemed to talk a lot more than she should. And the only reason she was anxious anyways was because of the substance held in her hands. A sigh left her lips afterwards, “Good talk? I think I’m just gonna hide it under my bed for safe keeping now.” 

Minah didn’t really know what had happened to Lux and while she would have just loved to ask around about something like that she had decided not to. She had also decided that maybe asking Lux right now at this moment was probably not the right move and instead she stuck with her original plan. Where she would talk about anything and everything except the one thing she really wanted to talk about. Mostly because she was probably the last person who would know how to have a conversation like that. For the most part Minah was always being violent with someone. Almost like it was an instinct for her. She couldn’t even begin to be the soft and gentle person she had seen so many of her close friends be. That was just how they were and well Minah wasn’t like that. She was blunt, straightforward and just so harsh about things. It was hard for her to be anything but that. Besides, why would Lux want to talk to her about something as serious as that? As far as she was concerned, Lux couldn’t care less about Minah and any shit that flew from her mouth. And it was fine, really. She had to stop getting close to people she could easily hurt in the blink of an eye anyways. “You’re right I didn’t, should I just eat them all then?” She joked, “Even if I didn’t have to doesn’t mean I didn’t want to. It’s sincere accept it, but I’m still gonna eat another one if you don’t mind.” She picked another small sugary sweet, almost like a mini cake and began taking small bites of it. “Oh, that’s good. Then I can stop worrying about you babe.” She smiled. “It’s hard to see someone you care about in this sort of bed though.” It was an offhand comment, she had never felt that sort of dread fill her heart before. She should probably get used to it quickly. “Hey, don’t do shit like that again okay? It’s a bit much for my little heart.” Another chuckle. It was easy for her to keep the conversation lighthearted for now.