#wickedpuppa

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"How many of those have you had?" He pouted a bit when he heard the female voice from somewhere behind him. Yoongi was face down on the floor, bottles of alcohol and empty shot glasses surrounding him. Letting out a groan, he made a move, getting ready to roll over before he decided that it was probably a bad idea. There was a very high chance that he’d throw up if he made even the slightest movement. Plus, he didn’t really want to, his cheeks were heated- his whole face flushed and the floor was cool and felt good. 

"Just.. a few.." He mumbled, doing his best to sound innocent to the girl he couldn’t even see at the moment. Letting his eyes close, he knew he had to get up sometime, he knew he’d end up getting kicked out of the bar if he didn’t. "Can I lay here for a few more minutes?" His lips curled into a frown, hoping she’d allow him to relax for a few minutes until, possibly, his stomach calmed down a bit. Yoongi didn’t exactly feel like throwing up at the moment. 

Min wasn't working there anymore but she still enjoyed coming. Having a drink, talking with her former co workers and meeting people. It was late already and there weren't not many people left. She was going to take her leave as well when she saw him in a very sad position. He didn't seem to feel very good. She couldn't leave him that way and got closer. In a glance, she noticed the empty bottles around him. One, two, three...

The tall boy turned around to the stranger, just to notice that his fist was already clenched and on its way to the light blue haired one. It was somewhat coincidence, that he expected something like that; immediately raising his hand to fend off his attempt. With that He grabbed his arm, giving him a glare before He finally kicked the stranger stomach, letting go of his arm so he could fall on the ground.

It seemed that the stranger didn't fall on the ground directly, but pushed another one with him, which caused him to get angry as well. 'awesome, what do i do now?', Junhong thought to himself, not being a fan of 1 vs 2 fights, especially when the enemies seemed to be strong. Besides the fact that he had two opponents, also other club guests took a huge distance and kept staring at them. oh, how much Zelo used to hate it.