"Come on Jana-eonnie, one more!" Her new friend Seungah begged, grabbing Andrijana’s hand to prevent her from taking her purse. With a doubtful look in her blue eyes she looked at the korean girl next to her. She was pouting so cutely it was getting really hard to refuse. After all, Seungah had been the nicest person she had met so far… They had awkwardly fought over the last pair of designer shoes in a fancy shop, only to find out there was another pair in stock. All of it had been so ridiculous, both girls had ended up laughing and bonding in the at the same time…After all that, it seemed rude to just leave her here in the middle of the night. Even if it had been her idea to go here and drink… "Fine, one more." Andrijana sighed, bringing the small glass to her rosy lips without more hesitation.
Soju. What a peculiar drink it was. It was nothing like Slivovitz or Rakia, both drinks she was more than used to drinking. No, this was on a whole other level. Or should she say; compared to her, Seungah’s drinking was on another level? The girl seemed to have no limit or atleast she didn’t seem to show it so far. Andri on the other hand was starting to feel slightly woozy and there was this pink hue to the corners of her vision. Actually, it was pretty funny to see. And the more glasses she downed, the funnier it was to lose her ability to hold the glasses properly or to speak with her usual fluency. Instead, she was sounding like an illiterare fool while she giggled. “You, I.. Seungah you so need to meet brother! Mimi. I like you woman!” She blurted, pointing at the girl in front of her that was laughing equally as hard.
The strong liquor rolled down her throat, burning the walls as it made its way down. No doubt tomorrow her stomach would be quite upset. But did she cared now? Of course not. Another shot. Another shot. “Seungah look at this!” Andrijana laughed as she drank three shots in a blink of an eye. Why did she even try to leave to begin with? It was only 4am so far, plenty of time left to party, right? It wasn’t as if Milan would be looking for her anayway, he said he planned on going out with his friends. The text she send 5 hours ago about going to a bar in gangnam had probably been enough for him.
Milan was glad his sister had met people already, for him it took a while to figure out where to go or what to do when he first got there. He had to admit to be a bit worried, you never know if his sister loses her friend in the crowd and she might be lost. Or if perverts get to near her.
The Serbian man shrugged and leaned his head back while sitting down on the sofa. He couldn’t help but stare over his phone. All he wanted to do right now is text his sister, wishing she was okay, asking her if he had to meet up with her. But he didn’t want to make her feel like she was still a kid or something. And besides that, the night is young. 11 P.M and his friends should be at his home already. Milan made sure to look in the mirror another time before he heard a ring. ‘Party time.’ He mumbled before picking up his wallet and phone before leaving.
About a half hour later Milan, his lover and his mates ended up in the pub. Drinking and singing along with the tunes that blasted out the stereo; At this point Milan was curious and texted his sister if she was fine. – She did answer but not exactly. ‘To a bar in gangnam?’ – There’s a few there, it’s so typical her. He couldn’t help but laugh.
Milan and his boyfriend clearly had enough drinks and ended up dancing together. Don’t get it wrong, they didn’t smashed themselves or feel horrible. Tipsy that’s more like them. The Serbian held his lover tightly as he looked over his phone. “4 A.M? Already?” He mumbles, earning a soft drunk chuckle of his lover, who seem to be a bit more affected than the singer himself. Milan kissed his lover all over his face before helping him, going back home.
Milan directly called his sister while he walked home, waiting for her to pick up.