i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ / from seojun ☺
she's kinda into it , if she's being honest — lets him turn his head away from the scene and face the bar counter once again . perhaps seeking some reassurance from the bartender that ‘ it happens around here , don't worry , he'll be fine ‘ ; akina is staring at the half dead man on the ground . a bleeding forehead , begging his friends to call the cops and an ambulance ! surely this place isn't going to be his tomb , right ? akina feels her costumer stare at the pleased little twitch of her lips , but she just can't stop watching the guy bleed out on the dance floor because many people are too scared to get closer . the strippers are untouchable , unless they allow you , clearly , and that's not part of their contract . akina's friend , okuni , probably couldn't take the man's rude behavior— touchy , too touchy . so her red high heel plunged right into his sweaty forehead . it's a nice scene , despite the fact that she's crying and begging them not to call the police . finally , the black haired bartender looks at seojun , when he speaks , mumbles in fact . she smiles fully , stares at him with his head held low , trying to shake off the sight he saw behind him ? ❛ hmm . i can help with that , mister . ❜ she reaches for his warmed up whiskey to gently pluck it from between his fingers , to change it into a cooler drink . eventually stops , and leans closer to ask him ; ❛ do you want some water ? don't worry , she'll be fine . ❜ the screams get a little louder behind him , and akina glances up with some kind of pleased glint in her eyes – the guy is dead . finally . and continues : ❛ but he won't . ❜
