"C'mon honey. Just one more… step."

Just as Jisoo told her, ironically, Jennie missed a step and they almost stumbled the smooth staircase. And if it wasn't for Jisoo's death grip on her waist and fast reflexes, it might've been their last night alive. Now, they didn't fall, but they did hit the wall. Their heads bumped to one another, to which Jennie giggled. Another painful set of feats towards the bedroom, and they've finally arrived. They stopped at a wall for Jennie to lean in, who was having a hard time standing straight and being sober. Jisoo longs for their bed that was a few feet away.

She looks down at her wife—who even though drank shots of tequila like there was no tomorrow and the glitters from her eyeshadow have strewn to some parts of her face; still looked like an angel God sent her. The red-haired sighed, bringing Jennie's arm back to her shoulder again.

"Jeez… when I said that you can have a bit of fun, I didn't mean to get faced."

Jennie, with the half-lidded eyes, shook her head in laziness. Every reply came into slurred, clumsy sentences.

"I'm not as drunk… as you think I am, honey."

"Really?"

"Mhm… see? I can stand on my own…"

The lawyer shoves her away, and Jisoo lets her. She raises a brow when Jennie hunches over their table with a vase. Jennie made a show of turning around and raising her arms; like a champion proving her worth. Jisoo chuckles, mildly amused. She retrieved one of Jennie's checkered sweats and brought it forward.
 
"Alright. Put your pants on, then."

Jennie giggles, putting a hand over . She then points an accusing finger at Jisoo. "You just wanted to see me …"

She snatched her pants from Jisoo and began bending over to find the holes. Her dark hair swayed like curtains with each movement. Jisoo wished she had her phone right—because drunk Jennie might be a pain in the , but she's always unintentionally funny. Jennie made a