Chapter 14

When Soju Strikes

       “And that is why you should not hang out with Neil consistently.” Byunghun stated, rubbing his hands together. “I admit I am charged guilty for not doing as said.”

   “What about Chunji?” I yawned.

Byunghun face-palmed himself. “Do you have any idea how many girls he dated last year? Twelve!” He whispered.

    “…Okay then.”

So apparently, we were having an emergency meeting in the cramped laundry room in the basement at 1: 15 in the morning, right now, focused on none other than Byunghun’s friends. Why, you may ask? Well an hour ago, Ricky spammed our phones with text messages, the majority involving “Tsk tsk tsk little man,” and “I just took a dump on your couch.” Technically speaking, if you count the amount of text messages he sent, he took a about seventeen times. Suddenly, my phone flashed again. Another message from Ricky.

     Ricky: Well hellooooooo Miss Pear. :DDDDD

     Me: WTF.

     Ricky: I know right!? Garbage bags are so the new trend.

     Me: Are you high or something.

     Ricky: *Gasp* HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY NEW HAIRSTYLE.

     Ricky: I hate you I hate you I HATE YOU!!!

     Ricky: And I’m going to come over right now with a knife.

     Ricky: MWAHAHAHAH are you there?

     Ricky: Are you there?

     Ricky: Are you theeeerrree????                                                                                                         

     Me: STOP GODDAMN SPAMMING ME.

     Ricky: BTW, I’m on a date with Cinderella’s