1 Drunk and Angry

In the city night market, all sorts of stalls open up, selling drinks and snacks of all varieties. Grilled meat, skewers, noodles, beer, it is a place where everyone comes out at night, whether it is to see what to eat, hang out with friends, or get drunk and complain about their boss.

Among the many stalls was a particular cart that sold skewers, it wasn't extremely popular but had its fair share of customers. And it was on this night that one such customer needed to vent about their shitty manager.

"Ah, that fucking manager... pushes all this damn work onto me in the last minute too."

She was a rather beautiful woman, dressed in a skirt and blouse as well as black heels. Her features were delicate but her eyes carried a fierceness to them. Her hair had been styled into loose curls as it featured a light brown color.

"It's the end of the week! What the hell?! He couldn't give me a break? First, it's teaching some interns and now it's redoing one of the projects. Damn pig, leers at me too like a pervert. Isn't he married? Doesn't he have his own wife to leer at? Now he just sneaks a look at me or the other girls, acting as if we don't notice it. Ah, fuck!"

This customer was more than angry as she grabbed the beer bottle, chugging the rest of it before slamming it onto the counter.

"Ah, hey pass me another bottle! And an order of chicken wings too!"

She yelled out to the owner even though she didn't have to.

After all, the stall was small as customers sat in front of the counter watching their food get cooked over a charcoal grill. She was only a few feet in front of him but still shouted.

As for the owner, he only glanced at her before bringing out another bottle of beer as well as a plate of fried chicken wings, the kind that had a crisp shell to it.

"You know, you've been acting like this for the past couple of weeks", he said, "Why don't you find another job?"

She looked at him, giving a rather mean look.

"Hic- do you know how hard it is to find another job right now? Scratch that, a good job even? I'm stuck in one of the hundreds of shitty companies. At least, this job pays well."

"Is that so?"

"Of course it is! If I'm going to have such a crap manager, I might as well get paid decently to deal with his shit!"

The office lady grabbed one of the wings and gobbled it up before taking a swig of her new beer. She didn't care about how she looked right now, how messed up her makeup would. It was the end of the week, why would she care? All she thought about now was how much of an ass the manager was.

All she wanted to do was eat and drink her complaints away and she did so late into the night. So filled with anger that she didn't realize how late it had become. Did she even go back home? Did she make it to her bed?

To some degree, she felt that something was wrong.

"Was my bed always this small?"

Her eyes fluttered open as she looked around at her surroundings. Everything was still hazy as she groaned, clutching her head with both hands.

"Ughhhh, my head. Tch, I need to stop drinking so much. God, what happened to me?"

She then looked around once more before looking down.

"This... this isn't my bed? It's small and gray? Oh no."

The realization soon hit her as she stood up and walked around.

"This isn't my home at all. Ah stupid, stupid! You get so drunk that you end up in some stranger's home. That's it, no more drinking!" She scolded herself before noticing one more detail.

"My clothes... where are they?"

Her eyes widened as she found herself dressed in a baggy shirt and pants. The office lady looked around hurriedly before finding her clothes neatly folded and cleaned. Grabbing them, she found her bag as well as her shoes all of which were placed in this small room.

"Ah, you're finally awake. It's nearly lunchtime you know."

From outside the room was a rather familiar voice, one that she could not quite place her finger on.

"Who is this?" she thought.

The office lady quickly changed to her other clothes and opened the door, leaving the room meekly. She was met a rather enticing smell of food and looked out. In front of her was a small living room with a kitchen connected to it. There was a little table as well as a couch aimed towards the television, which had been opened to whatever drama was on. It wasn't a lavish place but it was clean and well kept.

While there was no one there, the kitchen had someone and they seemed awfully familiar to her until the office lady finally realized it.

"You're the stall owner!" she thought to herself.

What came out of her mouth was a quiet and very polite voice.

"I'm terribly sorry for last night. I'll be out of here in an instant. I'm so sorry, I'll pay for whatever damage I've caused. ."

She began to apologize profusely as the stall owner only chuckled bringing out two plates of egg- fried rice.

"You were pretty troublesome but you weren't the worst customer I've had. Come on, sit down and eat something."

Sitting on the couch, he placed the plates down along with some utensils to eat with. Just as he was about to take a bit, he looked at her standing there awkwardly.

"What? Eat."

She was feeling a bit hungry.

"Ah screw it, whatever happened, happened."

Sitting down, she began to eat, finishing the meal as quickly as she could. It was delicious, fresh from the pan and lightly seasoned, making the meal quite easy to eat.

"You probably don't remember but you drank till kingdom come and fell asleep on my counter. I was going to bring you to the police and let them handle it but you must've been dreaming because you clung to me asking for more beer and a plate of lamb skewers. Luckily enough, I live pretty close by and managed to get back in time before you threw up."

"Ah, I- I see."

She inwardly cringed.

"Yep, then you decided it was too hot and began to undress yourself. Not to mention, you climbed right into my bed, leaving your clothes on the floor. I had it washed and folded up in the morning, left it by the bed for you to see. I hope I didn't cross any lines, did I?"

As he explained her drunken antics, the stall owner took one bite after the other of his food.

"Ah, thank you so much. It's perfectly fine. I'm so sorry for all this."

Placing her plate down, she took out her bag and began to sift through it before taking out a card.

"Here, this has all of my contact information from my phone to where I work. If there are any bills, I will gladly pay for them. Thank you so much for taking care of me, I should go now."

Unable to hear any more of her drunken antics, she quickly gave her card to him and left immediately.

"Wha- wait, your food! You're just going to leave it unfinished?" he called out but she was already gone.