behind the stars // chaelisa + hints of jensoo

7

Taking a sip from the one beer she's been nursing for all of the three hours they've been at this bar, Lisa makes a face.

It's warm.

Her hands, wrapped around the bottle, had warmed it enough for the beer to foam in her mouth, go down smoothly as a pound of bricks, leave a foul aftertaste in her mouth that makes her swallow once, twice more in an attempt to make it go away.

There's a reason for her to be gripping her beer bottle so fiercely.

And that reason has a name, blue eyes turned foggy with alcohol, a cleavage that has threatened to spill out of a low cut shirt all evening and is currently running her hands through her blonde hair, piling it on top of her head as she twists her hips to the rhythm of the music, shamelessly grinding against Jisoo in the middle of the dance floor.

It's not a secret Lisa didn't want to come out to a bar tonight. She had made it clear that a 'girls night out' was a bad idea - more than once, with several arguments, in varying levels of frustration. But she had been miserably outnumbered. Even Joy, who had refused to trade her one night alone with Sungjae for cheap alcohol and bad music, had told Lisa to "loosen up and live a little". It got to a point where all she could do was agree to be their designated driver to make sure they all get back to the hotel in one piece, to make sure no one ends up in a ditch, or in bed with someone they shouldn't, or in the emergency room after alcohol poisoning almost kills them.

Being sober had seemed like a wise idea in the drive from the farm. Jennie had chugged down a whole beer before they even made it past the gates - because of course Jennie would pre game going to a bar - and Jisoo spent more time looking at attractive people in a dating app than making any conversation. They'd be needing help getting into bed - their beds, Lisa made a mental note, no one would be having a drunk one night stand under her watch.

But what made her be sure getting more than one drink in her would be a disastrous idea was Chaeyoung. From the moment Chaeyoung climbed into the Jeep, a buzzing energy coming from her in waves as she tossed her hair to the side and giggled when reaching for the radio, Lisa knew she'd need every ounce of self control to keep her hands to herself.

Self control that is quickly waning.

Setting her beer down on the counter and picking at the damp label with the short nail of her thumb, Lisa decides to keep her eyes there, to focus on making it out alive - because if she stares at the skin peeking out from under Chaeyoung's shirt each time her hands go up she might actually burst into flames.

She has half the label in tiny pieces decorating the bar top before Jennie plops down on the stool beside her, four shots balanced in between her fingers. Lisa can only hope they're not all meant for her, even if she knows it's a pipe dream.

"Want some?" Jennie asks, almost distractedly, tilting a shot glass towards Lisa before tilting it back, downing the entire thing in one big gulp. Lisa feels her stomach burning with the mere sight of it, but Jennie doesn't even grimace when what Lisa can safely assume is pretty cheap vodka hits her lips.

Lisa reaches for a menu forgotten on the bar and skims it, skipping the handful of cocktails they offer and the fifteen different types of beer alone, going straight for the appetizer - her stomach is growling without the constant influx of alcohol to keep it full, her afternoon snack a distant memory by now. Ordering food at a bar when she's a far cry from the munchies has never been something Lisa would be caught dead doing, but the burgers here come with sweet potato fries.

Between Jennie downing another shot and Jisoo holding onto Chaeyoung to keep herself from falling face first on the floor, Lisa orders both japaleño poppers and onion rings, hoping they have enough grease for the three drunk girls to have a fighting chance against the booze.