|secrets over rum & ice cream|
@mixseungwoo
If Hyuna let you into her apartment, she considered it a big deal. This was her sanctuary for the ridiculousness that was the outside world and everything it threw at her. She didn’t let just anyone in, hell, she could count on one hand the number of different people who had been inside in the past 3 weeks. But, a source of intel was very important. She had to relax her self imposed rules a little for the sake of potentially scoring big. After all, if there was any way to make a man cough up the big bucks, it was exposing him with a prostitute.
Was it morally correct? Probably not. But, her connect had been oh so gracious to offer up some dirt on her current target, so who was she to turn him away? She just wanted him to feel comfortable telling her as much as he knew, which is why she insisted on meeting at her apartment. Nothing said confidentiality more than someone’s home as opposed to a random cafe or restaurant.
To pass time waiting, she busied herself in making sure the apartment looked pristine. Dusting the baseboards, vacuuming the couch for the first time in who knows how long, and anything that could be scrubbed met her sponge. The last, and most important, thing on her checklist was making sure there was an ample selection of liquor available. It was a tried and true tactic of getting people a little tipsy to speak more. If she was being honest, she liked it because it gave her an opportunity to drink herself.
Running a finger over all of the labels, she stopped upon reaching a certain amber bottle. She poured herself a rather large glass before starting to head back to the couch. Just as she sat down and took a big sip, a knock just had to come at the door. A large sigh came out as she went over to the door, staring through the cracked peephole intensely.
“Who is it? Am I expecting you?”
