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          “Wait–” Serine was already involved with the commotion happening on her way home. She couldn’t help it– no one dared to help the drunk lady who has been screaming out her lungs. The under influenced lady’s melancholy (as she didn’t know what the roots were) was very evident on her whole frame since she was also alone, couldn’t even give any thoughts about where she was, what she was doing and so on, and her make up was a mess. She helped the lady instead, rather than letting such dangerous strangers affix their eyes on her in such malicious way.          “Chingu–” she tried not to make it look like she was really a stranger as well. “Ya, chingu, don’t tell me that! You’re drunk, let’s go home.”

Iris shook her head rapidly from side to side, pouting her alcohol damped lower lip as the other talked to her. The feline never really drank much but she had a horrible day at work and her boyfriend wasn’t coming to visit her that day so she was miserable and now she was drunk.

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At first Nahyun did not know what the other was talking about— only after she realized she had been staring a little too hard at the male working behind the counter. A faint blush took over the apples of her cheeks and she rolled her eyes at the other’s comment, though keeping it in mind just in case the two crosses paths in any sort of way. It wasn’t as if Nahyun was checking the guy out, she had just been curious over the tattoos on his wrist. Though clothes probably for the customer’s sake, she could still see right through the cover.