the hotel was being guarded, tonight. not to keep people out, but rather, to keep people in. with such a big event tomorrow; it was made absolutely clear that no idols were to leave the premises after dark- purely for the innocent excuse of precaution. lots of idols under one roof; a bunch of them decide to hit the town, and who knows what scandals were to come up.

liesl, though, didn’t even want to leave until she was instructed not to. it was then and only then that she started craving a drink.

her mastermind scheme hatched pretty quick- it comes naturally, scheming, and come midnight, she grabbed the first slightly familiar face (a trainee from her company, she thinks. whether he’s performer or guest, she has no clue.) she found wandering the lobby and dragged him to the door, “help your sunbae out” offered as the closest he was getting as an explanation. 

the guard (it’s a doorman, but guard sounds cooler) stopped her- of course. she was in disguise, though (read: she wore no makeup) and before he could so much as ask her where she was going, she launched into her preplanned speech about how she wasn’t an idol just a regular guest and she really has to go to the pharmacy its her little brother you see look at him look how ill he looks doesn’t he look absolutely ghastly?

it’s a dramatic, tearful display, and before long the two are out in the fresh air.

“i always play well. the lying game? i’m the dm.” she laughs, stretching her arms out. the hotel became stuffy just about as soon as she found out it was her prison. “are you legal? i owe you a drink for going along with that. if not, i’ll help you see if there’s a way back into the hotel round the back.”