sentence meme // accepting

“well.” she mumbles out, fiddling with the zippo lighter making a piss-poor attempt at lighting her cigarette.

“at the very least we can say i’m still very concerned with the environment even while shit-faced. you have to admit that much is still admirable.”

cigarette smoke is probably tearing a bigger whole in the ozone than methane from cows, but it’s a noble thought at least. she tries to be socially conscious, tries not to be so damned self-obsessed like it isn’t her worst trait.

“the polar ice caps are melting nishitanabe, when we’re retired we ought to go back to japan and wave picket signs about it.”

a prolonged sigh fills the air between them, and london puts her pen down, shuts her notebook, and stands to put a firm hand down on yu’s shoulder. 

“alright. brutally honest,” she says, resolute. “just remember, you asked for this, okay?” 

it’s a little theatrical, just a tad overdramatic, but who is london if not a lover of the arts? she is no aspiring thespian, but she’s been to the london theatre enough times to have picked up enough knowledge on great acting (read: she’s gone once to see the lion king, and most definitely still cried during the stampede scene. ten out of ten, would recommend for the emotional turmoil alone). 

“yu? you look absolutely, undoubtedly, a hundred percent decent enough to go out in public. who gives a rat’s ass if you haven’t combed your hair in three days, or changed your shirt in four? i would ten out of ten still stand within three feet of you, my friend.”

( sentence meme ) accepting

how had she gotten to this point? the night washes over her again. each moment out of focus, disjointed.

previous conversations begin to jostle in her head uncomfortably. ones surrounded by bright lights, that fade from red to yellow to green to blue. and repeat on loop. they are compacted and placed inside her usual alcohol providing environment. 

sowon and yu, both, had their fair share of drinks.

he had bitten off more than he could chew. eyes heavy with sleep, mouth warning of sick. the dim light of the moon accompanying them as she drags him home. her most expensive heels snapping under the extra weight. breaking against the unforgiving pavement.

“that isn’t a pillow fort,” exhaling the phrase out after tossing him onto his bed “that’s so you don’t die choking on your own vomit.”

she recalls the slurred promise of payment as they peeled themselves off the pavement earlier.

“shame?” danbi pouts, humming in a way one would console a child. “oh honey, shame isn’t a real word. i don’t know who taught you that, but they're an idiot. walks of shame do not exist, because sex is good. sex is, as the kids say, ‘lit’. do those walks home with pride, yu; just remember that you got to do the do, and everyone else didn’t.” 

she chuckles, low and quiet, rests her head atop her fist with a disbelieving smile. 

“funny,” danbi says. “you’re always goin’ on about not having any time off... overtime this, overtime that. it’s a wonder how you even managed to get laid four times in the last two weeks, yu. that tinder account of yours must be on fucking point.”

sentence meme – accepting!

She can't help but giggle at his words, "Maybe it's the tie?"

Did it seem like a good idea to drag Yu to the club? It was, for hours ago. Did he look like he was having a great time? Hell, yeah! Was he drunk? After just a couple of shots? And a few bottles... and maybe more shots. Of course, not! Okay, maybe he is. But the point was they were both having a good time now, him more than her from the looks of it.