Tonight was the one year anniversary of her sisters passing. Was it appropriate to go out and get shit faced on such a heart stricken night? Not really. Minji honestly had no better way to cope though. Each day was an endless battle of bleakness and desolation. For the first time, the young girl decided to give her mental state a break -- with alcohol. There was a bar conveniently located a block away from where Minji lived. Perfect. Whenever she felt the need to pollute her body with the devils nectar, she could easily walk there.
Minji left her house in a rush, eager as ever to get completely plastered. Loud music radiated from the building, only growing louder as she inched closer. The smell of cigarettes circulated through the air as she entered the bar -- disgusting. The only bad thing about bars was the smoke that Minji always seemed to choke on. Hopefully consuming excessive amounts of alcohol will drown out the smoke that ghosted against her pale face.
Weaving in and out of people to get to the bar, the tiny woman managed to collide with a rather broad shoulder. The impact made her stumble slightly in her black stilettos, and a small hand scurried to instinctively grab onto the person she had ran into. "Shit. I'm sorry." Once Minji gained her footing, doe-like hues flicked up to meet the others face.
"I wasn't watching where---" She stopped, plump lips agape. Her heart sank. Her knees locked, and she felt as if she couldn't breathe. This was.. him. Minji knew she wasn't hallucinating, and she certainly knew it wasn't alcohol. She hadn't a drop to drink yet.
The stare that was secured onto the male quickly contorted into a scowl, and a gentle grip on his shoulder was soon a clutched fist against the fabric of his shirt. "You.." She seethed through bared teeth. "You mother fucker!" Minji yelled, shoving the man back with all her might. "I'm-- I thought I killed you. You should be dead right now. You! Not her!" She screeched.
The woman could care less if she was causing a scene, and she could care less if she got thrown out for it. Right now, she wanted his blood on her hands. She wanted nothing more than to get her hands on him and give him what he deserved.
Minji began backing away towards the exit of the bar, her beckoning glare piercing through the man as she did so. She wanted him outside, away from any other innocent people. Minji wanted to finish this once and for all. Perhaps tonight was the night she was given the opportunity to avenge her sister -- even if her life was at risk again. Or rather, the life she was delusional enough to think she still harbored. “You deal with me now!” She yelled out to him, raising a single digit to taunt him to follow her.
