( *` mideum wasn’t drunk, was very well on her way to being there.  a problem – or well, sort of problem – she dealt with was the fact that more often than not, people enjoyed the process of getting her obliterated; something she would find oddly sweet, if she wanted to end her time at most functions in a mere 90 minutes.  so tonight, tipsy, tumbling and delightful, she held a red cup that was once a rum and coke, but now was strange, strange strain of jungle juice made by people donating to her cause – by dumping out some of their drink into hers.  she taps onto the first pair of broad shoulders she finds, yelling ) ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS, SHOOT!  ah.  you lost.  i’m sorry, but that means you’re drinking this ~ ✨

even when he straightens out and reaches for the next male to take their attention, he isn’t quite so lucky. still, he tries, because he’s too drunk, because everything’s spinning and so are his reasons: “taeyong, my man – listen, can you tell these lovely ladies who i’m dating? you’d know, for sure, won’t you?” he grins, taps his knuckles lightly on the man’s chest, because he’s still holding onto his drink, “this guy is a reputable, trustworthy source, darlings. trust him if you can’t believe me.”