‘ that was really wild stuff considering you were asleep for , what , like… ninety-nine percent of it ? ’
THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE SENTENCE STARTERS — accepting
He could never stay away from trouble. One way or another, it would always find him or he himself would ardently stretch his arms towards the source of tumult. At thing point getting enmeshed with multifarious tangles and scrapes is like some weird prophylaxis, which in its crux is mightily corrosive, but keeps him going on the path of life. Actually, it’s more of an ideology he made up for the sake of justifying his poor choices a prosperous man like him shouldn’t be bragging about. It takes only a few drinks for him to show off his bodacious side and rarely does it end on a relatively good note.
The view of Jihoon being in the same bar as him was enough to get his dander up, nonetheless, not an ounce of reason stopped him from approaching his buddy. But before he managed to pick a fight with the younger, there were other lads waiting in the line. He efficiently pissed off those two gym rats earlier by tooting his own horn, vaunting about what opponents he did and didn’t have. Alcohol fueled his gallantry, so he was willing to square off. When he turned to the buff males, the sound of shattering glass was the last thing he heard before zoning out.
His head now hurts for two reasons — over-drinking and the bottle someone smashed against his occipit. Regaining consciousness, the heated conversations of people around him are taken out of context, but he agrees — it was some wild stuff. Once he hears Jihoon’s voice, he realizes he chimed in aloud. “What are you talking about?” Maybe he doesn’t want to know. Straightening up, Jiyong takes small pieces of glass out of his ruffled hair. “For fuck’s– Firstly, you didn’t have to knock me out. I had business to handle.”
