drunk together!inParis (1/1)

She really didn’t want to be one of those girls. A groupie who tags along on her boyfriend’s tour, only to be completely useless and just there to be there. But for goodness sake it was the city of her dreams and a beautiful starry night. “Hoshi-hyung put this in my bag before he left.” and Chan pulled out a pretty forest-green bottle, table wine from the looks of it. He looked excited, excited to be doing things comfortably in the privacy of their hotel room. He looked more like a little kid who received a cookie before dinner, much less receiving alcohol for the first time. Seungkwan seemed unimpressed with the gesture, his arms crossed as he propped himself against the headboard of the bed. “You do know the drinking age here is sixteen, right?” Chan frowned, the bottle dropping a fraction. “Wait, what?” The older boy shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant as he picked at his nails. “So legally, we can all go clubbing tonight. You can drink whatever you want.”And that’s how she ended up walking through the streets of Paris with holding Vernon in one hand, and a five euro bottle of table wine in the other. “When you said, fancy wine dinner.” Vernon started, letting himself be dragged along the cobble path. He took her paper-bag covered bottle, since it was his turn to take a swig. “I didn’t think you meant this.” “This is all we need!” she gestured to the fresh air, and pulled him into a random corner store. She picked up the first bottle of wine she saw, deciding to go for the white, and placed it on the counter. At the very least, they should replace Hoshi’s wine before they forgot. She pointed to the glass case which had leftover pastries from the morning. “Et le pain du chocolat. Ça fait combien?” she asked the clerk, pulling out her wallet. Vernon let out a low whistle. “Damn, you’re so sexy when you speak French.” She eyed the red wine bottle in his hand, glaring inquisitively at it. And then she looked at her boyfriend, who’s cheeks were flushed like a band across his face. Exactly how much did he have? Thanking the clerk, she took her purchases and led them back outside. “Anything for du vin.” she announced, as if she were in a cheesy French romance film. Half the bottle later, they made it to the park, and were leaning against each other on a wooden bench. They were in complete view of the park, with many other people walking around. The night was young and the air was certainly fresh, the green grass practically glowing against the post-modern street lamps and city lights. “What do you think they’re doing?” Vernon asked, pointing straight ahead and squinting his eyes to get a better view from their seats. “Babe.” she sighed, leaning against his shoulder. “You’re pointing to a statue.” “What? Pfft, no I’m not.” “It’s a statue of a wild horse in mid-jump, and the soldier is slinging a bayonet in the air.” she insisted, taking a bite of her chocolate bread. “You’re drunk.” “I’m not even drunk.” he snorted, throwing an arm around her. He pointed to another unidentifiable point. “See, I know that guy is real. He looks like he’s having a problem, he hasn’t moved in over an hour.”“Vernon, that’s a fire hydrant.” “Fine.”She stared hard at her chocolate bread, trying to will herself to focus. “Do you think like, chocolate knows how super delicious it is? Like does chocolate know, how many people’s days are made because of it?” as if she were having an epiphany, she swung the chocolate bread around like it was a magic wand. Vernon laughed, stamping his Vans across the pavement. “And you thought I was wasted! You practically downed half the bottle!” “Oh, and like you didn’t either!” she pulled out the second bottle of white wine, seal already broken. “We weren’t supposed to drink this one!” He shrugged, taking the bottle away for himself. “Oh well. We should do something really stupid right now.” “We are doing something really stupid right now.” she corrected, her head lolling like a rag doll. “We’re people watching inanimate objects!” “No like, stupid stupid!” and he got up, pulling her to her feet. He seemed to be okay to stand, aside from his glazed eyes that seemed particularly caramel light against the night lanterns. “Like, I don’t know, make out in front of the Eiffel Tower or something!”She dropped back on the bench with a heavy plop, unable to jump around like a maniac. So instead she giggled like one, as if bubbles were invading her throat. “Anything else you’d like to do?”“Uh, hell yes.” and he took out his phone, and all of a sudden Drake’s Hotline Bling started playing from the speakers. He swayed his head to the music, totally vibing as he closed his eyes and started bopping to his audience of one (and the elderly who were afraid of this strange Korean-American boy.) “I know when that hotline bling,” he sang, his mouth parted open like he was about to drop some sick beats on a Parisian night. “Can only mean one thang!” His girlfriend couldn’t help but nod to the beat and be stupid with him. “Vernon!” she called like a fan. “Yeah?” he said, in the middle of his dance.“PULL UP ON YOUR WACKS WITH THE MACK FULLY LOADED UH.”Half an hour later. “Wow.” Vernon blinked his eyes blearily, as if the scenery had changed from then till now. But they were really still settled in the same bench. “Did I really leave our maknae to Seungkwan, of all people? To go clubbing?”“Yes.” she replied, nodding affirmatively. The white bottle was now a third of the way down. “It could be worse. You could’ve left him with Hoshi and they would’ve painted the town red.” “Hoshi would’ve actually taken care of him, though.” “True that.” she replied bluntly, trying to get up like a Bambi on ice. “You probably walked Lee Chan into dancing suicide.”  “I left him with Boo Seungkwan. Wow I’m an idiot.” “I know.”“I’m a terrible influence, I do not deserve to look like Leonardo.” he swayed on his feet, rubbing his forehead. “Wow, I want fried chicken.” he suddenly said, grabbing her hand to lead them out of the park. Roughly sixty percent of her weight was on him, as they leaned on each other to make it back to the hotel which was thankfully only a few blocks away. It was a great night, although it wasn’t exactly a fancy dinner in a posh restaurant, it was definitely a night to remember. “I wanna nap.” she whined, tugging on his jacket. “Babe,” he slapped her arm a little too hard, but neither seemed to realize. “Is that Channie and Seungkwan waiting over there, or is that another statue?” Non-statue Chan noticed them way before they did, and waved them over. The pair took their sweet old time, but were mildly satisfied they caught the two in the middle of club hopping. “I think Seungkwan-hyung is down.” Chan gestured to Seungkwan, with a mini-glare. Seungkwan’s cheeks were glowing red. “I am totally down.” Seungkwan slurred, pointing a finger in the air. “Down to party!” “We should all go back.” Chan gave an easy smile, and although he wasn’t exactly in the state his elder was in, he looked like he had a good time tonight. “It’s so hot.” Seungkwan complained, and before they knew it, he started unbuttoning his shirt. He didn’t have an undershirt on, so for every button released, it was a couple more centimeters of a Boo-Boo strip tease. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Vernon cried, putting a hand over his girlfriend’s eyes. “Please!” Seungkwan retaliated, letting the buttons fly free like a superhero cape. “She’s seen you naked, that’s a curse in itself.”  “And I’ve seen you naked, no need to cause any more eye damage than there needs to be!” “Can we not have this conversation?” Seungkwan started fanning himself. “Everyone’s too damn loud and I just want some fried chicken.” Vernon gasped dramatically, and opened his arms in a bromantic hug. “Same bro, same.” “Ah.” Chan sighed crisply, leading the three away to the hotel. “Today was a good day.”