Act 2, Scene 2
A starter for @lmxkun TW drug/alochol mention
Yoorim is God only knows where, probably making out with some choding, or snorting something illicit in a bathroom somewhere, and Soojin is suddenly very warm—probably the small army of cocktails that now dances the mamba in her belly, and she starts to think that if she doesn’t cool off pronto, she’s likely to spontaneously combust.
So it is that she finds herself outside; Yoorim had dragged her along to some gala for some charity thing, and the building it was held in was needlessly beautiful, equipped with a wrap around balcony on the level the event was on that was lit by fairy lights, and dotted with pretty plants. It is currently rather desolate, not surprising considering how the sunset and sudden kick of wind had dropped the temperature, but the cool night air is a relief to Soojin as she stomps to the barrier to light a cigarette.
It isn’t until she’s leaned against it that she notices a figure in her periphery, glancing at it ready to spout off an apology before she catches sight of a familiar smile, and a familiar set of dimples.
“Oh god, it’s you.” she mutters with a wry chortle, “Do you attend like, every rich person party in this city? Is that your job?”
