"I'll tell you right." I slur my words from the alcohol, swirling my green bottle of strong beer. "She was...a very troublesome girl. Somehow, I had to go after her and be a thing."

It was painfully intoxicating what I was supposed to talk about. About an . Yeah, about how my sadness danced all the way to the galaxy, they (aliens) could hear me cry and shout.  And that simply bruised my heart after being stupidly dragged down. Those months seemed all sweet, now they're all heartbreakingly bitter.

"Woah, and you had to pick out the bad girl," Sakura laughs. Hysterically she catches my eye and there was a playful glint right in hers. "I don't understand young people. Their trying to be 'cool' and their choice for ones that would ruin their innocence and lives. What wild ride there is, is just a downer. You're going straight down from a collapsed bridge."

After she drains her burping-giggling, I felt Minju resting her head on my weak shoulder. She slumps heavily down; I might have thought she had enough of whiffing seven shots in one go.

"Don't move, Wonyoungie. Your shoulder makes a good pillow." she yawns, with a cup in her hand, half the liquid in there spilling all over the dirty floor. 

I sigh, patting her head and smiling slightly, "Alright, just don't drool on me."

"Eunbi, you should scold this girl." Sakura says, her head falling on the polished table. A group of clinking glasses make a lot of noise. Those woke Minju slightly to snore aloud. Now, my left ear is uncomfortable from the sound of her snorts.

Right on the crazy moment, Eunbi gently opens her eyes and starts chanting whatever came heavily from her drunken breath. Probably she listened to Sakura's fit and took the wronged turn of replying. How-to-commit-crimes were sassed, and I blink back shock.

"Could hunt down—kidnap her ex. Large suitcase."

"Burn her alive. Her house first."

"Basement...Torture her."

"Are those suggestions on how to murder Yujin?"