Hana finally turned around and found Nayoung sitting in her usual seat, walking towards her with a smirk. Just like last night, and just like any other night Nayoung decided to check on Hana in the bar she always spent her nights drinking. 

“Here again?” Hana asked, sitting next to her. 

“I can ask the same.” 

Hana chuckled and pinched Nayoung’s nose. “You know me well. Wanna leave, or will you let me pay you a drink?” 

Maybe a drink wouldn’t be such a bad idea, but it would take several drinks for it to hurt less. 

“Let’s just go.” Nayoung stood up, dragging a dizzy Hana out.  

Hana barely gave Nayoung any time to close the front door, as she grabbed on her wrist and pulled her into a messy kiss. 

And just like any other time, Hana’s lips tasted like alcohol. They kept playing the same game every night, but Nayoung still wanted it too much. Nayoung shouldn’t have let Hana know how to make her want her, because when the morning came, it would all be different. 

Hana just didn’t know how to love Nayoung when she was sober.