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“Let’s do shots, they said.” Sua muttered to herself. “It’ll be fun, they said.”
It was very much not fun. Not to her at least.
It was obvious to no one but Sua and Luka that the shots containing sparkling apple cider were nothing but a ploy to get the group to sober up.
After Ivan and Till reunited with the group smelling of vodka and other substances she didn’t want to name, Hyuna came up with the stellar idea of having another round. The gin that Luka had found had been finished hours ago during the journey to this bar, and the group didn’t feel as drunk as they were three hours ago.
It was to be expected that the group would be celebrating. As actors, wrapping up a project as popular as Alien Stage was a cause for immense celebration.
Sitting around a table, with empty bottles of cider laying around, amiable (yet undeniably drunken) chatter exploded between the group, turning several disgruntled heads in their direction. But the group was either stupidly oblivious or purposefully ignorant, throwing out chants left and right to whichever poor member happened to be the next victim.
“Do it! Do it! Do it!” The words slurred into a pathetic display of phonemes and syllables as Luka sighed, knocking his head back and bringing the shot glass with him. He coughed and sputtered as he weakly dropped the glass on the table.
Cheers erupted around the actors, most notably from Hyuna who threw her arm around her husband’s shoulder with glee, pressing a smooch onto his cheek. The blond blinked wearily, but Sua picked up on the tiny smile that lifted his lips.
They were disgustingly affectionate, Sua thought, but given their two year anniversary was steadily approaching, she would have to get used to witnessing the small touches.
It didn’t take long for the last cider bottle to completely empty, leaving the group increasingly irritated at the lack of alcohol. In the two hours since Ivan and Till had joined them, only low percentage cider had fuelled them, and they were beginning to pick up on Luka and Sua’s little scheme.
“Should we ask for another round of cider?” Till asked, swaying his head to survey the others.
“I’m getting bored of cider.” Mizi complained loudly, twisting the ends of her cropped hair. “How about soju?”
“Can we get a strong bottle?” Hyuna asked, a strong smile sweeping her features. “I’m still not feeling the effects yet!”
“That’s a great idea!” Mizi exclaimed, then, once receiving approval from the rest of the group, turned to Sua. “Sua my love, could you order it for us?”
“On it.” She was out of her seat before Mizi could finish her words, combing back her hair. It had been a long day on set.
“So obedient.” Ivan said, to which Sua stuck her tongue out to him. She briefly considered delivering a comment about how Ivan would literally drop to his knees if Till asked, but decided against it. They had already been socially humiliated when they stumbled into the bar with crumpled shirts and dishevelled hair.
Ugh. Sua shivered. She did not need that mental image.
Shifting past tables and similarly drunken people holding ciders, beers and cocktails, Sua found the bar sticking out like a lone island in a vast sea of.. well, alcohol.
Once she flagged down a bartender, she relayed the order. “Could I get a bottle of soju? Strongest bottle you have.”
“Sure,” They said, wandering over to the other side of the bar and returning with a chilled bottle wet with condensation. Sua swiped her card and collected the weighty bottles.
Collective smiles infect everyone the minute Sua returned, lazily holding the soju above her head like a trophy.
Mizi beamed at her. “She’s back!”
“Sua we missed you!” Someone, possibly Hyuna, called out.
Ivan was one of the first to snatch the bottle out of her hand, screwing off the cap. “Sua have I ever told you how much I love you for this?”
“And I hope to never hear it again.” She shot back with a graceful smile, reclaiming her seat.
Shots were immediately distributed around the six people, four of which were quickly downed by Mizi, Till, Ivan and Hyuna respectively. Luka and Sua displayed more hesitance towards their drinks, but while the former’s wife was all too eager to take his shot, the latter had her girlfriend nudging her with a knowing look.
A brief moment of consideration later (paired with the eyes of five people pinned on her) Sua finally let out, “Oh, fuck it.”
It was the last day of filming. Sua was here to have fun. And if everyone else was having the time of their lives, then why can’t she?
A cough sputtered out of her mouth when she set down the now empty glass, but the excited screams of her co-workers turned friends made the sudden warmth in her cheeks burn deeper.
“Another.” She said, leaning into the warmth of her lover. Hyuna was happy to oblige, already on her third shot.
As the next shot of liquor came down her throat, so did her hand on Mizi’s knee. She stiffened underneath Sua’s delicate fingers.
“How are you guys going to celebrate your anniversary?” Sua said, directing all attention to the married pair, so that nobody would notice the way her hand crept higher, seeking the warmth between those squeezed thighs.
Ivan agreed with a hum, elbowing Luka. “Two years is a long time.”
Sua nodded along, though her attention was fixed on the sharp rise and fall of Mizi’s chest when her thighs crushed the digits that almost brushed against her core. She hooked one leg around Mizi’s ankle, and without warning pulled her shoe towards her. Slowly, teasingly prying those legs open.
Shivering, Mizi didn’t put up much of a fight, only leaning forward to rest her elbows on the table to pretend to be interested in the conversation.
“We’ve both got surprises for each other.” Hyuna said excitedly, soaking up all the attention. “Knowing this one, he’ll probably make me breakfast in bed again.”
The thought of breakfast in bed made Sua nearly click her tongue. She wanted to be in bed right now, on top of Mizi, beneath her, any way possible, or buried between her thighs like she was searching for a sweet treat—
“Oh, you’re not going to cook?” Till asked, poking fun at her absolute inability to cook anything remotely edible. The other woman feigned shock.
“Never again.” Luka shook his head, placing a sloppy hand over Hyuna’s hand. “I love you, but please don’t cook.”
A loud thud interrupted whatever Hyuna was going to say next, originating from one very distressed Mizi, whose fist had slammed the table. Her spilled shot rolled in a half circle around her hand.
“Ah!” Mizi exclaimed. “I’ll teach you! I cook all the time! Sua loves the meals I make for her, r-right, dear?”
Sua smiled. “Yes, they’re wonderful.”
Her free hand, clasping a tissue, wiped up the mess on the table, while her hidden fingers continued to make a mess between her girlfriend’s clothed thighs. The stiff position made stimulation a little difficult, but Sua found contentment in the way the pads of her fingers rubbed against the tight bundle of nerves so annoyingly concealed by fabric.
Middle finger tightly curling inwards, Sua barely kept her face straight; Mizi let out a sharp exhale.
“Great! Is there any chance you can give me lessons in the next few hours?” Hyuna joked, to which Mizi laughed and shook her head.
Not wanting to take things too far, as Sua wasn’t the exhibitionist that Till was, nor the loud moaner Hyuna was, she pulled her warmed digits from the cushions of Mizi’s thighs, folding them into her lap.
The tiny kick delivered to her ankle communicated just how displeased Mizi was with her abrupt decision, and it was with this kick that the liquor Sua was going to drink spilled right on her shirt.
“Ah..” She glanced down, already pushing her chair outwards. “I’ll be back.”
Swimming through the sea of people in this probably overcrowded bar, Sua stumbled into the bathroom with the grace of a boneless deer. A girl waltzed past her, accidentally bumping her shoulder. She couldn’t remember if apologies were exchanged, her head felt dull and clouded yet airily warm.
Her charcoal hair flopped over her forehead in a messy display of drunkenness which she combed back as best as she could. Leaning over the sink, she stared hard into her mirror self, so hard that she felt like her reflection was lagging behind a few seconds.
Women buzzed around behind her, and the music from the bar leaked inside every time the door opened, which flooded the area with noisiness.
With her hands grounding her, she took a second to breathe before running a tissue under the tap. The spillage was minimal but noticeable enough to bother her. She dabbed the wet tissue onto the stain in hopes of masking the light ethanoic smell, then going over the stain with a drier tissue. A spritz of vanilla perfume later, and she felt more refreshed than when she had entered.
From the corner of her eye, Sua could see the door as it swung open to reveal pink hair and seeking chartreuse eyes. When those pretty eyes finally landed on her, all tension seemed to roll out of her shoulders.
Waiting for a woman to pass by, Mizi scanned the surroundings and only when she confirmed no one could witness, came up behind her to press a kiss to the crown of her head.
“Hello.” She murmured against her head. As Sua turned around, she stared pointedly at the matching stain she sported. Mizi chuckled. “We’re both clumsy tonight.”
Swivelling her head to the side, Sua located an empty stall and promptly dragged Mizi inside, pulling down the toilet seat and ensuring the door was locked. Waiting until they got home was too long. Waiting meant she couldn’t get her hands on her girlfriend sooner. Waiting wasn’t on the table.
“What’s wrong?” Mizi whispered at Sua’s lack of hesitance in cosying against her, careful to not be too loud.
Sua nestled into her chest, not so subtly nudging her lips into the valley of her breasts. She needed to be as close to her as possible. “Nothing. I just missed you.”
“Missed me?” She asked softly. “You were with me the whole day.”
Sua found herself pouting. Ugh. “But not alone. We were always with Hyuna.. or Ivan. Or everyone else.”
Even after Till had disappeared off to his dressing room to get more alcohol for their exploits, it was impossible to do the same and escape with Mizi.
“You wanted me to yourself?” Her voice was soft. Too soft, too loving, and Sua would have felt guilty if it weren’t for Mizi’s deceptively sweet voice betraying the hand that groped her ass.
“Say it.” A hand came beneath Sua’s chin, dragging her head upwards. Their height difference felt exaggerated in the claustrophobic enclosure despite their inch difference, but she was thankful for a moment on their own.
Collapsing into Mizi, cushioned into her breasts, Sua whispered, firmly. “I need you to myself.”
“Oh yeah?” A deep hum came from her chest, and she took hold of Sua’s hand guiding it down. “And that’s why you wanted me… here?”
She squeaked at the press of her own hand folded right between her own legs, Mizi’s hand on top of hers, guiding. Sua’s fingers twitched above her clothed clit. It was unbearable, it was frustrating, it was maddening that Mizi wouldn’t touch her directly.
Mizi hushed her with her free hand, one digit nudging against those plush lips, and Sua, ever the quiet pervert, forced her head forward and took the fingertip into her mouth. Diligently, without even asking, she worked her tongue around those fingers. Needing some contact, any contact, but Mizi pulled her finger away before Sua could go further.
And her hand that was placed atop Sua’s suddenly curled inwards, all four fingers forcing hers to move in tandem. Her middle finger ghosted right over her slit. It grew uncomfortably wet the longer she kept her jeans on.
“Mizi..” She whispered, whining at the loss of pressure when her girlfriend pulled away her hand, instead diving right for the button of her trousers. Tugging the fabric over Sua’s hips, Mizi let the jeans settle right around the middle of her upper thighs. Sua trembled.
Then, Mizi, aware of the fact that this is a very busy, very public bathroom, leaned in. Her lips smudged the corner of Sua’s ear with the red lip gloss she had picked out weeks ago, breath lightly ghosting at the shell.
“You need me. That’s what you said.” Hooking one hand around the underside of Sua’s thigh, Mizi lifted the leg on the closed toilet seat so that her legs were spread open. All for her. “So I want you to prove it to me.”
Stepping backwards, back against the toilet stand, Mizi smiled. “Give me a show.”
Groaning, Sua tilted her head back and hooked her finger around her underwear, dragging it slowly, teasingly, over dark curls that grew wetter around the plush lips that revealed themselves. They glistened with slick in the dim lighting. She steadied herself, one hand braced against the wall, and repositioned the leg on the toilet lid so that she were more comfortable.
Mizi wanted a show. Fine. Sua would give her clematis flower anything.
She breathed out, thrusting two fingers between her folds, spreading them open the same way a flower’s petals would fall open in bloom.
But if Sua was the flower, Mizi was the bee with the way she positively buzzed at her movements, and she rushed to shove her own hand down her trousers to relieve the obvious pressure there.
She hardly noticed the scene at first, head too cloudy with alcohol and lust and the obscene smack of fluids that shifted around her fingers as she glided them up and down.
She relished in the sound, at the proof of her devotion.
Mizi doubled over. One hand was clamped over her mouth, so tense that her nails dug into her cheeks, and it was clear the cause originated from the way she fingered herself so shamelessly in front of Sua, getting off to the thought of Sua wanting to please her, wanting to show her just how badly she needed her.
And it was that revelation that forced Sua’s eyes open, refusing to lose sight of this memory.
She bit her tongue hard as her fingers wound themselves around her clit, using the slick that had begun to drip down her thighs as lubrication. When the pleasure got too intense, she switched to rubbing the sensitive spot just above her cunt, slowly working open the tight bundle of nerves.
“Sua..” Mizi had crept closer without her realising, dropping her head onto her shoulder. Spit dribbled from Mizi’s mouth and down Sua’s shirt. “I’m close.. are you?”
Thighs trembling, mouth agape, forehead so sweaty that her bangs stuck to her skin, Sua allowed Mizi’s quivering frame to melt into her body.
“Stop talking..” Sua ordered, because god if Mizi didn’t keep her mouth shut she was going to come. Mizi’s fingers sped up, and she matched her love’s pace, already feeling the swell of her orgasm on the horizon.
She began wildly riding her hips on nothing, hole clenching around air as her digits drove circle after circle around the swollen pink mound. Puffing tiny breaths out, Sua chased the building sensation.
All it took was one tiny whine of ‘Sua..’ from Mizi and she shattered, her orgasm crashing into her without warning, shockwaves of heat shaking her thighs until they ached. Mizi similarly dissolved into the heat of her lover, the speed of her fingers decreasing until they halted entirely.
The lovers grew silent, letting the shitty bar music and gossiping women float over their heads as they recovered from their euphoric bliss. The weight on her shoulder from Mizi’s head now lifted for her to push a kiss into the base of Sua’s throat.
“Mizi...” Sua whispered, and oh how she hated to be needy, how she hated to want more. She wasn’t satisfied yet.
“Yes?” Mizi returned.
“It’s nothing.” She murmured. They were both sticky, a fact that was incredibly sexy two seconds ago but was now awkward and inconvenient considering their friends were drinking away, probably wondering where the hell they were.
Using the toilet paper, the two took turns cleaning each other up, giggling and planting kiss after kiss. It wasn’t perfect, Sua’s thighs were uncomfortably stiff, but it would have to do for the rest of the night. Mizi was the first one to leave. Then, Sua slipped out moments later, eyes cast down to avoid looking into the eyes of any of the women there. She left the bathroom after thoroughly washing her hands, following Mizi back to the table of actors.
The very same table where Luka had slipped off his wedding band and held it out to Hyuna with all the reverence of a devil praying at the altar of an angel.
“Hyuna.. my darling, can I marry you again?” He asked a dramatically flustered Hyuna, who held both hands in front of her mouth in theatrical shock.
“I thought you’d never ask!” She exclaimed. The two melted into laugher the next second, an inside joke only they knew.
“Please don’t tell me I’ll have to attend another wedding of yours.” Sua commented. She paused, then spoke again. “Actually, I take that back. Luka, propose to her again.”
The memory of Hyuna and Luka’s wedding was a strangely fond one. She wouldn’t mind reliving it.
And Luka did as she said, but drunkenness caused slippery fingers, and his ring fell out of his fingers. Thankfully Hyuna was there to catch it, proudly slipping it back on.
“Did you see that this place has a karaoke section too?” Till asked, perking up at the sight of the two.
Ivan pushed back his shot glass. “I heard that they’ve got some of our songs too.”
“What if it’s like the karaoke bar we went to the other month?” Hyuna asked.
Mizi frowned. “The one with the rats?”
“The one with the rats.” Sua confirmed.
“We can go check it out, see if it’s worth our while?” Till offered, nudging Ivan with his free arm.
Displeasure at this idea was immediately sounded out by the table.
“No.”
“Really now?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Not again.”
“Never again, please.”
No one liked the idea of letting Ivan and Till wander off on their own again.
“We’ll go.” Sua was all too quick to speak up, picking up her small bag and linking arms with Mizi. “I want to see if they’ve got Ruler of my Heart on there. We’ll be fast.”
No one argued at that. A round of cocktails had been ordered, so she figured they’d be too distracted to notice the two being gone for much longer than five minutes.
That, and none of them ever bothered to buy watches.
Hidden behind a door, the karaoke area comprised of several private rooms with, as Sua read on a small sign, soundproofed walls and a selection of about a hundred songs. All the rooms were occupied aside from the last one, which they entered after paying the fee to rent it for an hour.
Closing the sliding door behind them, Sua stood still as Mizi walked up to the large screen with the remote. She stared at the screen intently. “Let’s see here.. ah! I think I see some..“
She trailed off as Sua’s hand lightly hovered above her shoulder, uncertain, before turning her around. The action was delicate, betraying her less than delicate intentions.
Mizi’s eyes had always been pretty. A striking chartreuse that appeared more like a dark green in the dimmed lighting.
And so were her lips.
Sua’s hands tangled into her hair with the same force she used to surge forward and crash their lips together. Mizi was immediately receptive, grabbing at her hips, her chest, her ass, anything she could get her hands on while her mouth worked against Sua’s.
But she settled for one hand on her cheek and the other on her ass, groping and squeezing the flesh as though it were her last meal.
Their lips melted together, coming apart for breaths only to reunite with twice the fervour. Sua’s tongue parted the gates of Mizi’s mouth and she was flooded with heat from all over. She could taste soju on her tongue and the fruity candy she so enjoyed, but every sense seemed to get lost as their tongues massaged together with a lewd wetness.
Hands on Mizi’s hips, Sua guided them to the couch where she broke them apart to throw her onto the furniture. They were upon each other again easily enough, Sua straddling her thighs, seizing Mizi’s face with all the desperation of a woman who hadn’t touched her love in a thousand years.
The sliding door didn’t have a lock on it, so Sua would have to pray to whatever god was out there that the others wouldn’t try to find them.
Mizi was beautiful. She was endlessly beautiful in the way those eyes, those damned eyes crinkled and rolled back as Sua’s fingers curled around the ribbons of her pink hair and roughly tugged on the strands. She was endlessly beautiful in the way those slender fingers clutched at the backrest above her head like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.
And she was Sua’s alone.
Just as Mizi dove right back in, Sua shoved her down onto the couch, hard, pressing her palm between the valley of her breasts to keep her there.
“Stay.” The command was simple, easy enough to understand. Mizi nodded so fast her head was going to fall off.
Sliding off her, Sua settled between her legs, already trembling. Head dipped down at Mizi’s abdomen, she let out a steady breath, an exhale that travelled across the expanse of her stomach and ended right at her shivering breasts. Her lips ghosted along the button that was quickly unfastened, and the only thing separating Sua from tasing heaven was that pesky little zip.
Lavender eyes flickered upwards, connecting with chartreuse, and the connection didn’t break as Sua clamped her teeth around the zip, dragging it down click by click, agonisingly slow even as Mizi tried forcing her head further down. Each click revealed more white fabric of her underwear, finishing right at the dark stain where Sua knew her oasis to be.
Her mouth watered as the underwear was pulled down; she could see the folds lined with slick and the bright rose clit that swelled at the sudden exposure.
“Sua..” Mizi whimpered. “Stop it.”
“I’m admiring.” She said.
“Please.. please just fuck me already.”
Fuck. Sua really shouldn’t have enjoyed that as much as she did.
“Say that again.”
“Please.. ah.. I need you to fuck me. Please please, please.. fuck me-“ The whines transformed into a yelp as Sua thrust two digits inside her at the same time her mouth sealed around her clit.
Her lips parted, only for a second to allow her tongue to escape and diligently lap the sensitive flesh. The two digits curled inside her, wanting to be buried deep in the heat of her walls. Mizi’s thighs promptly crushed around her head, yet this only encouraged Sua to add a third finger.
She was far too aroused at the loud squelches that came from the action, and it really didn’t help the dampening of her crotch.
With every stuttering breath she fucked into her, squirts of fluids ran down her fingers, aided by her loyal tongue that ran laps around her bud.
Mizi’s hips uncontrolledly rocked into her face and hands, her manicured nails fisting a handful of inky black hair in desperation, seeking any sort of stimulation Sua was willing to offer.
And she was feeling generous tonight.
Fingers scissoring open as wide as she could get them, Sua’s mouth left her pussy long enough to sink her teeth into the hypersensitive skin of Mizi’s inner thighs. Said thighs squeezed around her head in waves, now with such a force it felt like Sua’s head was going to burst.
Pulling her fingers back out, Sua circled her entrance slowly, tentatively pressing around the area as if she was curious, as if this were their first time. She could feel Mizi clenching around nothing, needy and desperate like she knew her to be.
And if Mizi’s night couldn’t get any worse, Sua’s tongue lifted from her clit. Mizi tracked the faint line of spit connecting her clit to her tongue.
“I hate you.” Mizi said with the certainty of a woman who didn’t know what hatred meant. “Let me come, darling.”
Sua’s response? It wasn’t verbal.
Hands planted on either side of Mizi’s head, Sua lowered her spit-slicken lips onto hers, forcing Mizi to taste the product of her own arousal. It really was her fault for edging Mizi, but she couldn’t help it. Their lips parted. “You should say thank you.”
“T-thank you.. but please.. let me come.”
“Not yet.”
She wasn’t done yet, of course. Shuffling off of Mizi’s body, Sua plunged a hand into the bag she brought with her which sat lazily against the couch. Once she obtained her desired item, there was no hesitance in putting it on.
A cool silicone tip nudged against Mizi’s hole which fluttered in response, so cautious at first that the first sharp thrust didn’t even register until Sua was pulling out again only to bury herself deeper this time. Mizi’s hands flew to grab anything stable as she struggled to set a pace, using her arousal as pornographic lubrication to pound into her.
Hips jutting forwards, Sua found it difficult to slow down; the wild bounces of Mizi’s breasts and the slight pressure on her own clit felt too good to turn down, but she eventually slowed her thrusts into something more manageable for the two of them.
She was in awe at the way the peach coloured dildo disappeared into Mizi with every movement, at the sudden arch of her back when Sua lifted her hips to fuck into her at another angle.
Not having as much experience using the strap as Mizi did proved to be less of a challenge than she thought, being on the receiving end plenty of times led to her picking up a few tricks.
Her stamina wasn’t as great as she thought, Sua practically collapsed into her girlfriend’s collarbones, sucking and biting on every piece of exposed flesh she could find.
Knowing Mizi would not appreciate visible marks, Sua moved downwards and pushed up her shirt where she proceeded to embarrassingly slobber over the hardened peak of her nipples. She took the mound similarly into her mouth as she did her clit earlier, lapping and sucking and grazing her teeth lightly on the nerve endings.
“You like that, d-don’t you, Sua..?” The murmur came deep from Mizi’s throat; Sua could feel the rumble of her vocal cords as she ran her tongue up and over it.
“M-Mizi..” Her hips still kept up that merciless pace, it was a wonder the endurance that adrenaline gave her. She made sure Mizi watched as she inserted her fingers inside her own mouth, rolling her tongue over her finger pads and producing far too much spit than necessary.
“My god-” Then she used her spit-slicken digits to draw small, firm circles around Mizi’s clit, quickly descending into sloppy, jittery movements the closer she felt Mizi was to her climax.
“My universe-!” All it took was a few final strokes for Mizi to cry out, body contorting wildly, tears slipping free as she struggled to keep quiet in the wake of her orgasm. Fractured pants were forced out of her lips, and Sua could see some drool. Her hips gradually slowed down before halting completely, panting alongside her.
A tear swelled in the corner of Mizi’s eye; Sua bent over to swallow it.
With Mizi limp and out of commission for the minute, Sua took on the pleasureful burden of cleaning her up, using tissues from her purse to gather the fluids splattered across her skin and on the couch. The couch was waterproof, which luckily meant that no proof of their love would remain in this room.
Sua pulled Mizi’s underwear back up for her, along with her jeans. It wouldn’t be the most comfortable feeling for Mizi, and even less so for Sua who was still aroused from using the dildo, but it’d have to do. The strap too was hastily swiped with a cloth and wrapped up, she’d have to remember to do a more thorough clean when they got back home.
Fully recovered (or as recovered as she could be), Mizi groaned and sat up, holding a hand to her head.
“Wait.” She said suddenly, a horrified look in her eyes. “The others!”
Ah. Sua had lost track of the time. Hurrying, she sprayed a little of her perfume around the room until the area smelled faintly of vanilla. “Grab the remote and browse the songs, I’ll get the others.”
In the brief walk between the karaoke section and the bar, Sua had fixed her hair, resettled her expression to the resting face she was infamous for, readjusted her sleeves and smoothened down her collar. To the naked eye, nothing was out of the ordinary, aside from the stumble in her steps. The alcohol was catching up to her.
“Hey.. Sua.” Ivan greeted with a slight wave, slurring, though the question in his eyes was clear. “Where’s your other half?”
“Their karaoke looks good, I saw a couple songs that I think all of us would like.” Sua spoke without a prompt as she sidled up beside Hyuna. She was lying out of her ass of course, she had no idea what kind of songs they had, but she could only hope that Mizi found something that passed for decent.
Now onto the more truthful part. “We’ve rented the room for about an hour, so get moving if you don’t want to waste my money.” Then, she regarded Ivan’s question. “Mizi’s browsing through the songs.”
*
Six people cannot fit on the couch.
That was a rule Sua very clearly established for the group, though it didn’t stop any of them from trying to squish together. Ivan had offered to sit on Till’s lap to free up some of the space which resulted in a balled up receipt and a remote to be thrown in Ivan’s direction, both from Till and Sua in kind.
“My saviour.. bea.. beautiful soul..” Hyuna’s slurred words joined along with everyone else’s singing drowned out the instrumental of the current song, though everyone seemed too drunk to care. “Make me your god, I can give you everything..!”
The cocktails that had been ordered turned into a second round, then a third, then a fourth. Since Mizi and Sua weren’t present for the ordering of the drinks, Hyuna and Till had guessed at the kind of drinks they’d like.
“You are forever beautiful..”
This lead to a pair of strawberry daiquiris in matching glasses sitting right beside each other on the small table, one half empty while the other had barely been touched. Sprigs of rosemary were added for ‘aesthetic’, or so argued Till.
“Ruler of my heart..”
As the song concluded and Hyuna bowed, Sua felt a weight settle on her shoulder. Mizi collapsed into her, breathing steady, fingers playing with hers.
“Sua, do you wanna go next?” Hyuna extended the microphone out to her.
She shook her head. “I’m good.”
She already had everything she needed right beside her, and she’d rather die before she let her go.