Drunk Again

Dimas actually didn't want to give the fourth bottle of soju to Lisa. As a close friend, he should limit the amount of alcohol his friend ordered. But as a bartender, Dimas still had to comply with customer requests. Customers must be treated as king!

Dimas's face suddenly turned sour. His lips knotted in anger. The man then handed her the fourth bottle of soju with a little annoyance. His thick black eyebrows met each other.

"Thank you, Dimas you are the best!" Lisa opened the sealed cap and took a sip, this time in a hurry. Her face started to turn red due to excessive drinking. The skin on her face looked like boiled crab now! Her eyes began to flicker slowly like when she was working on financial reports at the office on her overtime.

"You're crazy, Lis. Your face is really ugly if you're drunk like this!" Dimas sneered in annoyance.

"Ugly? I'm the best secretary in the Petersson company!" The woman yelled.

"You mean the boss's mistress?" The bartender asked sarcastically.

"You're delusional, Dim! My achievements in that company don't need to be denied!" Lisa started to climb onto the bar's stool and make a speech, "I'm Boss Peter's favorite! All employees know me! Anyone who dares to stand on my way will meet their end!"

Dimas was getting tired of responding to all the unclear chatter of his drunk friend. Therefore, he returned to washing the used glasses that had just landed on the bar's table. Dealing with friends at work could often be difficult. Moreover, he did not want to let his friend fall into contempt but he also had to do his job well. What a dilemma.

The night was getting late but the crowd at the Sky Lounge did not die down. It was getting merrier instead! The boom of electronic music echoed up into the dark, starless night sky. The DJ played his signature songs to color the silent night.

Without realizing it, the fourth bottle of soju had already run out. With her head starting to feel light, Lisa handed the empty soju bottle to Dimas and said, "Dimas ... gimme another one?"

"You're sick, Lisa!" The man snapped angrily as he saw his friend who was out of order because she was drunk and yet still demanded more, "Four bottles of soju is too much for a day, Lis!"

"Heh, you still don't understand, Dim? It's not your business!" Lisa brought her face close to Dimas' face and said, "Besides, without my money, you won't be able to eat either, right?"

Dimas frowned and said, "I know, but it should not be like this either! Enough with the drink—the liqueur! I'll just make you orange juice or lemonade soda."

"Dimas! I want soju! Not a drink for children!"

"No soju for you! Just lemonade!"

"Dimas!" Lisa grabbed Dimas by the collar with burning anger. Dimas then brushed off Lisa's hand which was gripping his collar tightly.

"Lis, cut this shit already! Just drink the liquor! I should have helped you as your friend, right? Look at you now, getting drunk is not a good thing! Think of your work Lisa! Where should your mother and sister live if you get fired?"

Lisa's anger was getting burned even more by the flow of soju and vodka she was drinking. Instead of following Dimas's advice, she pointed her curved index finger in front of Dimas who was mixing drinks. "Hey! don't talk so carelessly!" She said in a loud and defiant voice, "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't eat today and tomorrow and so on!"

"Lis, you need to go home now! You're already drunk this badly!" Dimas had lost his temper. The only thing he would do if Lisa still insisted on ordering alcohol again was to call security and had to drag Lisa out of the Sky Lounge.

"Don't wanna!"

Hearing this made Lisa even more and more ignorant of her situation. Annoyed, she began stepping onto the dance floor, joining a group of strangers who were equally drunk. She shook her body to the music of the deafening nightclub, letting go of her anger and resentment towards Dimas and her former jerk ex-boyfriend.

Ah, if her love affair didn't have to end badly, of course Lisa wouldn't get drunk like this.

Once she stepped into the center of the dance floor, she took off her hair tie. Her silky and shiny black hair fell down over her shoulders and swayed along in time with her dancing movements.

The red blazer was in line with the tight skirt she was wearing, hugging her slender body, contorting with Lisa's dance movements.

"Go home now, he said, just who does Dimas think he is?" Lisa mocked her friend's advice.

The atmosphere at the Sky Lounge heats up. The visitors began to show their true character after twelve at night. A group of young executives who were chatting accompanied by liquor suddenly took off their work jackets and danced around their tables. One of them, who had red hair, climbed onto the table while singing the latest pop song in a discordant voice. Her brown-haired friend also cheered and clapped her hands indistinctly. Her face was red as red as boiled crab. The group of young executives seemed to be enjoying their booze madness.

Not far from the young executive's desk, a European man with a smooth face like a model was laughing out loud along with his two female friends. No one knew what the three of them were talking about. It seemed so tickling that it made the three of them laugh. Or was it because they drank too much alcohol?

But of the many views that take place at the Sky Lounge, it was the dance floor in the middle of the club that was the highlight of the visitors. The cheers of the visitors who were dancing to the music dominated the room, tinged with laughter and happiness.

As Lisa continued to dance, she finally realized that someone was watching her. A pair of blue eyes were examining the curves of her slender and feminine body. The person who was looking at her was handsome! He was tall, well-built and athletic. His skin was fair white, just like a skincare commercial star. His hair was blonde and wavy… He was clearly not a local man!