Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.
“Key-ah… haven’t you had enough to drink?” Luhan awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, looking at his feet. Already, he felt very awkward, watching his friend downing a shot what felt like every two seconds. Drinking was something he didn’t do, nor would he succumb to peer pressure to do so–he was simply taking his friend out for a drink, and would take him anywhere he needed or wanted to go.
Instead of replying to him, though, Kibum simply ordered another shot of… whatever he was drinking. Whatever it was, though, it smelled horrible to Luhan–who was sipping on a 7UP. Kibum’s arm was around Luhan’s shoulder, and he was talking to everyone who passed by–a few fans had recognised the two of them, and asked if Luhan actually did drink alcohol, to which he would reply ‘No, I’m simply out with Key,’ and would dismiss; after that, they would waltz right over to Kibum and begin talking to him. Going out seemed to be a hassle anymore–not that it wasn’t already, but going to a bar to take shots wasn’t exactly what he had in mind when Kibum asked him if he wanted to go out. He at least thought maybe there would be dancing, so he would have something fun to do, as well. Luhan wasn’t complaining, though, because he liked just being in the company of his friend. Hopefully they wouldn’t stay out too much longer, so maybe the night was beginning to look up.
As much as he hated to admit it, though, he really wanted to be back at the dorm, crawling into bed and reading a manga while relaxing. It wasn’t often that he had time to really relax without having the pressure of being somewhere that wasn’t at the dorms, so he truly missed just relaxing. Being out with Kibum, though, was no problem to him, and he was happy to be hanging out with him.
“Lu hyung, I’m really hot! Let’s go outside.” Kibum was practically shouting into Luhan’s ear, and he pulled on his sleeve. More than happily, he rushed to help Kibum outside to where it was cooler outside. It had been raining. “How about I call us a cab, and you just try to cool off. It was really hot and gross in there.” Hot and gross was definitely right–hot from all the sweaty, drinking people, and gross because of the strong scent of cigarettes and other sorts of things that Luhan didn’t want to waste his time pondering, he only knew he wanted out of that place as quickly as possible.
