Are all break- ups meant to be sad?

No.

I know.

Trust me.

Jinja!

This is the twelfth, no, uh, fifteenth… I mean, eighteenth…who-gives-a-damn-I-can’t-count-it-anymore shot of rose tequila I’ve had this night.

Yeah, I feel good! Night of my life!

How can this ounce of drink feel so good?

I am so celebrating this ed up life of mine.

Oh! This strawberry-colored liquid is magic.

It’s like tiny little sparks of flame are dancing in my body pipes.

Ah! It’s literally like hell and heaven’s mixing inside of me.

God! This is life!

*Hik*

“Another *Hik* bottle of *Hik* rose tequila *Hik* Mr. *Hik* Bartender” hollered the petite female while she childishly poured the last liquid into her little shot glass. But instead of affirming the request, the barista threw a questioning look at the girl’s companion. In actuality, this is the third order of hard liquor made by this intoxicated girl.

“Ah, Taeyeonah~~! This pink water is the shiz” Sunny enthusiastically took the last dose of alcohol away from Taeyeon’s lousy grip and gulped it in one go. Sunny knew she had to. It was the very reason she purposely acted jolly when Taeyeon asked her for company to go to this god-forsaken bar. She needs to save her friend. Taeyeon is threading on a road of self-destruction and not even Soo or Yul, their two most trusted friends, can help her this time. Taey