Chapitre Un 

Yuri’s eyes opened with flutters as the sunlight reached the pillows. She whimpered and turned in the unfamiliar hard bed with no sheets and a paperthin blanket. Upon being fully awake and realizing this is not her room, she pushed herself up on her palms and looked around.

A window with white curtains dancing around by the wind. Walls with peeled off paint. The smell of a day old pizza. One barely standing stool near another cushioned chair, except the cushions seemed to be taken out and the springs were seeable well enough. Yuri sighed and took a step out of the bed but turned her head sharply back at the window where she missed to see the person standing earlier.

A girl was bent upon the rail of the balcony, smoking while her pink cotton shirt danced along her waist just like the curtains. She was unfairly too fair, thought Yuri, who looked down on her own tanned arms. When she looked up again the girl was staring back at her, now turned and Yuri saw her exposed stomach and barely covered chest because the shirt was fully ed. Her shorts were rather too short too, revealing her fair and long legs which made Yuri stare at them longer than necessary.

The girl took another smoke and Yuri cleared only to realize her own clothes missing. She pulled the blanket tight and peeped at herself, thanking the sweet God she was wearing her undergarments for the least.

“W-what did we do last night?” Yuri asked, scratching her head and feeling a little dizzy by the hangover.

“Nothing.” She replied, taking another smoke and puffing it so gently. The wind made her hair fall all over her face and she still managed to look very good. That’s what Yuri thought.

“We’re…. That means we did something.” Yuri said and waited.

“We did nothing.” The girl said back, her accent so different.

“Why are my clothes all over…” Yuri looked around and found them near the bed’s edge “over there? Sprawled all over the floor?”

The girl rolled her eyes and chuckled. A little too sarcastically, that’s mean. That’s what Yuri thought.

“You were eh drunk at night. You take your clothes like this and this and throw like this.”She motioned the action and Yuri wondered how wild she did she look doing that yesternight. By wild, so was the girl’s language. She pronounced her t’s softly and her grammar well….

Yuri scratched her head again and then pointed at her directly. “So why are you ?” she asked with a suspiciously raised brow.

“I sleep .”

Yuri took longer to process the answer maybe because she was still under the effect of alcohol but when she finally understood, she just blinked and stared at her.

“That’s y.”

Yuri covered and cursed herself under her breath for saying her thought out loud. The girl smiled, maybe not, but Yuri saw her lips curving up into a smirk. Or maybe she was just seeing things so she decided to get out of there for better. She stepped on the floor and the coldness of the concrete made her wince and she squeaked, picking her clothes and wearing them with struggle as she tried to keep her balance. The girl came forward and held the sleeves of Yuri’s shirt for help, throwing her cigarette over in her corner without care. Yuri hesitantly followed, still giving her a suspicious look.

“We did nothing ne t’en fais pas.” She said with agitation while trailing off into another language which Yuri thought is possibly French. She looked so done with her inquires so the younger one thought she better shut up although more questions were bubbling up inside her mind.

When finished dressing back up, Yuri rushed out the door and gave one last glance to her who for some reason was staring off at her with a poker face. Yuri breathed heavily as she stared back. Something was trying to pull her back, something about the look in the girl’s eyes.

I should ask her name. Her number too. Maybe her age for some opening topic. Ask her.

Yuri thought.

Ask her out. What? No. Oh get out already.

She brushed a hand through her hair and started stepping down the crooked and shaky stairway leading into a dirty alley which was heading away into a narrow street. Yuri noticed how the flats were so closely build and so ruined, sewers leaking everywhere and walls damaged by spraypaints and trash and something red. It smelled horrible and not far away she saw two men lying near a cracked all drunk. When she was closer enough, she saw one of them heavily wounded in his stomach and blood spilling around him. Yuri covered to mute her scream, eyes bulged out by horror and body started shivering. She took steps back but her legs gave up and she tripped, falling on her and now across the possibly dead guy. Her eyes were tearing up when she heard a gunshot from one of the rooms on the building on her right. Yuri got up and started running while crying as well. She ran so fast her lungs were burned but she didn’t even spare a second to stay there anymore, swearing she won’t ever drink again.

***

“Are you okay?” Tiffany asked as she saw Yuri dazing off for the umpteenth time and her face so pale.

“Why do you ask?” Yuri turned with a wide smile, trying hard to be her chipper self. Her friend narrowed her eyes and Yuri looked away again.

“I wonder what that woman did to you. You’re so lost.” Hyoyeon laughed from the front desk.

“Woman?” Yuri gasped when she realized. “How do you know?!”

Both Hyoyeon and Tiffany exchanged looks with each other and then stared at Yuri.

“You don’t remember?” Tiffany asked.

Yuri thought to lie and act cool but concerning where she found herself two days ago, she had to know what had actually happened and how she ended up there.

“I don’t. I have no idea how much I ed up that day.” She pouted and sighed. To her surprise both of her friends laughed.

“You went full mode! You drank so much and then danced on the bar table.” Hyoyeon started. Typical Yuri.  

“And?” she raised her brows.

“And then you threw up on her!”

“Who?”

“That woman!”

Yuri’s mouth fell open and it stayed like that.

“It was so embarrassing for us. She was at the other side of the club and you went saying ‘she’s hot and she’s looking at me so I gotta hit her up’ and you managed to walk over to her somehow but when you were close enough you puked right on her shirt.” Tiffany told.

Yuri squeaked and covered her face in her hands. “Why didn’t you stop me…”

“There’s more.” Hyoyeon smirked and Tiffany continued.

“She had such