Drink Me
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Bom was definitely not one to go out for drinks. Hell, Bom left her house twice a week on a regular basis. But somehow, someway, this certain patron had coaxed her out of her cave and into a bar.
Not crowded though, very quiet, calm, not sophisticated, but not rowdy. It fit Bom so well, she felt herself grow comfortable and let her hanging legs rest on the her male company’s stool. She even found it in herself to try drinks she’d never heard of. Maybe the male had a way with words or maybe Bom was easy to sway, it could’ve been the smile he’d flash after every request. At the moment, she didn’t care what it was.
Shots. Bom had heard of them but she had never tried them, thinking them a waste of money when you can just buy a whole bottle. However, when she found herself on her fourth shot, smiling at the empty glass, the price seemed to escape her mind as she excitedly tapped the shoulder of the other.
"How many of these am I allowed to get?" She gripped the sleeve of his shirt as she leaned her forehead on her shoulder, becoming dizzy rather quickly. "Wait..I’m dizzy." Her eyes closed as she tried to stabilize herself on the planet.Â
"I don’t want anymore"
It wasn't exactly the definition of hard, nor exactly an easy task to have the female come out. But they'd both been hard at work, day in and day out, so getting something to drink seemed liked a good idea.Â
Small laughter, fleeting touches, and gentleness. Small and fiery, but an anchor and warm. That was what Jongdae was, wrapped in a petite body that could do fifty pushups without getting tired. Fingertips pressing into the small of her back when she wobbled, helping stabilize the woman. Looking over her as they both downed shots. Shooting glares at the men glancing towards their directions, pulling her legs closer to him.Â
Maybe it was the burn of the vodka as it slipped past his lips, crawled down his throat and made his chest burned in excitement that he could only laugh. "My treeaat~" Chen sang softly, tilting his head up for a brief moment. The people around them seemed to buzz around, and he could feed off their energy. He was lost in his own little world--- obviously tipsy and being several shots ahead of Bom when her voice reached him.
 "I don’t want anymore"
Chen immediately pulled her body against his, smashing his cheek against the top of her head. "Shhh, it's alright. I got you. Shoud we go home?"Â
His hand soothed down her arm, skinship always being an instinct to him, even more so when he was teetering in his seat and trying to take care of someone else. "Want me to call you a cab?"
