"I— uh," Kangjoon turned read from the woman’s insistence. He never thought he’d end his Saturday night like this, but here he was - his right hand clutching to a vodka cranberry and his left now dangerously close to to touching the woman’s bare skin. She was someone famous, he knew that— but anything past it met him with a clouded eyes and a hazy conscious.
"M-miss? Please—" He choked out as he made out her skirt falling to the ground, meeting her shirt which had met the same fate only moments before. "I really don’t — Oh, oh god-"
The heavy smell of liquor tainted her breath as her hand ghosted over the stranger's right cheek. "What," She began, "You don't like what you see?" She asked, her speech clearly slurred. She clearly made the mistake in accepting the male's offer of a drink and would probably realize it the next morning while she's hunched over the toilet, spewing out all her regrets of the night prior.
Off went her shirt, then her skirt only moments after. "Y'know.." She blurted out as her head fell forwards onto the stranger's shoulder, "Mos-- Most guys... They'd be honored to have After School's Nana practically naked in.. in front of them." She looked up as she pointed a finger into the male's chest. "You, sir.." She began as she prodded his chest a couple times, "Do not seem too happy."
