The bass in the club is loud and thumping, everything around Jisoo a blur as he stumbles through the building. Fuck, he feels like he's about to throw up. Not exactly sure from what, though. He's taken everything thrown at him tonight without question; alcohol, pills, whatever he could get his hands on. Today was the day he was supposed to go out and try and find a job. Find and interview, an odd job, anything to get some semblance of stability back in his life. That's what he'd promised Rin he'd do, anyway.

...They both know that it wasn't going to happen.

Only an hour had passed of Jisoo walking around with his rushed CV before he gave up. No one would want him. Especially with how he constantly reeks of alcohol and shame. So he'd quickly reverted back to what he knew best. Getting fucking drunk and high out of his mind. By now he doesn't know how many hours he's been here. He'd started probably mid afternoon, and now the place is packed. Barely any room to breath on the dance floor amidst the packed gyrating and grinding bodies. This is what Jisoo lives for. For the yelling voices of the other drunk club goers, barely drowned out by the loud music. Right now he's searching for the girl he'd come across earlier, though. She'd popped some pill in his mouth as they kissed (if you could even call it kissing with the mess of limbs and teeth it was), and he's trying to get some more of what she gave him. Because, damn, it's making him feel good. However, it's not long before he's elbowed by one of the people he's trying to shove his way through. The drink in his hands spilling all over the person next to him. "Shit, sorry..." That thing was nearly half full. But he quickly quietens down when he turns to you. Now there's a pretty thing... Forget the girl from earlier, you're what's caught his attention now. "Hey, you alone?" His words come out slurred, leaning down towards your ear so you can hopefully hear him over the music. Jisoo probably looks like a mess, but he still tries his best to pull a charismatic grin.