Tipsy. (1/2)

"Oh, come on, Wan, relax a little!" An already tipsy Seulgi says as she pushes another shot of a weird looking liquid to her, making Wendy eye it suspiciously. "Drink up!"

The Canadian shakes her head but still reaches for the glass. Her eyes involuntarily shut as bitter, tangy drink quickly makes it way down her throat, and she feels it settling in her stomach seconds later. Wendy wonders why that feeling is so nice.

"There she goes!" Seulgi claps and hollers; her voice would be unheard in the noisy music of club if it wasn't so loud.

"She's right, Seungwan-ah," Joohyun joins in, looking at her and swiftly grabbing the bottle of soju in Seulgi's hands to stop the other girl from drinking too much. Though, Wendy catches the red tint on her cheeks in the dark lighting of this place. "It's been a while since the three of us hung out like this. You're always so busy."

Wendy shrugs. "Well, you know? Life of a musician, just trying to come up with the album of the freakin' century." Don't like third-wheeling either.

"Do you want another bottle? I'm going to the bar," Wendy stands up when she sees Seulgi leaning on Joohyun's shoulder, showing her drunken clingy version. "Losers," she mutters under her breath, starting to move to the bar.

Sliding through the crowd, trying not to bump into anyone, Wendy finally got to the bar where a few people are also waiting for their drinks.

"Excuse me," she catches the barmen's attention. "Can I, please, get another bottle of soju?"

A young man with red hair, unbelievably tall and wide in his shoulders, smiles a bit and nods. "Of course, can you please wait for a bit?"

"Sure!" Wendy smiles and passes him the money.

Wonho, as written on his name tag, takes the bills and begins to give out drinks to other - red faced and a bit loud - patrons.

Wendy looks around the club. Honestly, when Joohyun and Seulgi came rushing inside her apartment, saying something about her being stuck inside her home for thirteen years and not coming out seeing the sun, she didn't really expect they would lead her to this club forcefully and making her drink. At least they let her choose her own clothing, so nothing too revealing.

It's true that the three of them couldn't go out recently, and she does feel a bit bad, but, come on, she's been struck with inspiration, and a lot of love songs appeared. Still not enough for a full album but she's halfway there.

"Hey, beautiful," a man's voice breaks her thoughts.

"I'm not interested," Wendy says, rolling her eyes, because, really? Doesn't her outfit scream 'I’m gay!'?

"Come on, sweetheart," he slides closer to her, and Wendy's usually a really peaceful person but right now she's ready to grab a glass near her and throw the drink into his face.

Sighing, she turns around to tell him to step off. Just as she opens her mouth -

"She's already said she's not interested, asshole." Both, Wendy and the jerk, turn their heads to look at the voice. The man quickly stands up and leaves when he sees a cold glare sent his way.

It disappears just when he does, and a bright smile makes its way on her savior’s face.

"Hey there, pretty lady."

Wendy laughs. "Hello to you too, Sooyoung."

She looks amazing right now. Not that she doesn't always look amazing but right now, in that dress that hugs all of her curves just right, and her hair done perfectly, Wendy thinks that Sooyoung is beautiful.

"Thanks." Dammit, said that out loud.

The younger girl steps closer to Wendy, so close that their shoulders are almost touching. Sooyoung is wearing high heels today so Wendy feels incredibly small. Not because of the ethereal beauty the younger projects. Nope.

"So," her neighbor takes a sip of a red liquid out of her glass. "What are you doing here all alone?"

"I'm not exactly alone. My friends were being gross with each other, so I needed a reason for an escape. Thankfully, it came up in an empty bottle of soju. You?"

Sooyoung bumps her with her shoulder and giggle. "Join the club. The same reason as you. My friend and her girlfriend can't keep their hands off each other."

Wendy repeats the gesture. "We're kinda pathetic, aren't we?"

The smile Sooyoung gives her is wistful but nevertheless blinding. "I guess we are."

"Here's your soju, miss," the red-hair returns and gives Wendy her bottle, getting a quiet thanks in response, before disappearing once more.

Wendy shuffles on her feet before Sooyoung who's looking at her with something akin to anticipation.

"Uhm, would you like to, I don't know, come and meet my friends? Our table is right over there-" Wendy looks at it and cringes a bit, seeing her buddies. "Never mind."

"Maybe you should go with me? Meet my friends? I can see that they calmed down a bit." Sooyoung asks and snakes her arm around Wendy's shoulder to lead her to their table.

It's true. When the both of them get closer they can see two girls talking - but Wendy still notices their bruised lips.

"Yerim, Saeron, say hi to my friend. This is-"

"Oh, Wendy-unnie!" Yerim shouts and clumsily stands up from the booth to hug the older, the action that makes Sooyoung look at her, displeased, when she doesn't let go for a good ten seconds.