thank god for your fake id. because if you hadn’t gotten this drunk — which isn’t much.. like, two pints? you were a lightweight —, you never would’ve made out with the hot stranger who was now buying you drinks while you waited at a booth.

you were talking with this girl, se-mi, in a corner, when something awakened in you, maybe a mix of the loneliness and craving of attention.. but you kissed her. and she kissed back. a lot. instant tongue.

little did you know of the age gap between the two of you.. maybe this wouldn’t be a long term thing? not like you were looking for anything anyway. but 20 and 26 wasn’t the best look. you couldn’t even legally drink.

se-mi soon returned to the booth you were waiting at with both your cocktails, scoffing as she sat down and slid your glass over to your side.

“prick just ID’ed me..” she complained with a groan as she took a sip of her drink. “i’m fuckin’ 26.. it’s not that hard.”

se-mi looked up at you, studying your face clearly. “how old are you, by the way?”