He sighs, picking up more hair from your face and holding it behind you while you were sitting by the toilet and suffering from alcohol intoxication. Music and the enthusiastic shouts of people from the club could be heard outside the door of the ladies' room

"I swear I will never go to a club with you again and leave you at the bar, God..!"

He mumbles, squeezing your hair harder and pulling it back so that it doesn't fall on your face, you couldn't answer because you felt sick again, to which he rolled his eyes with a sigh