Immoral Passions

Making up

"What the hell," Seulgi blurted out as all three of them rushed to Wendy who was drinking vodka like it was her last day on earth.

"Yah stop!," Irene shouted, taking away the half empty glass of alcohol away from her client's hands. She kept the glass beside the 6 more empty classes in front of her.

"What are you doing here?," Joy asked worriedly, holding her friend's arm to prevent her from falling.

"Dwinking," Wendy replied with half lidded eyes, cheeks and ears as red as they can be.

"Let's get you home," Seulgi said, picking up Wendy's jacket from the ground.

"I want to dwink!!," Wendy whined, trying to reach out for more alcohol in front of her.

"Stop it now will you?," Irene said, handing a glass of water to the younger girl.

Wendy groaned away the glass away from her sight but she totally freaked out after seeing Irene's face.

"I don't want to s-see you," Wendy slurred trying to focus on Irene's face.

"Hey Wan don't be rude now.. let's get you back," Seulgi said as she mumbled a 'sorry' to the stripper.

"I hate you," Wendy said, tears in her eyes once again after seeing Irene staring at her.

"I'm sorry..," Irene said guiltily, seeing her client's painful face.

"What's happening here?," Joy asked when she saw Irene and Wendy looking at each other.

"We talk sometimes.. we're friends," Irene said, not wanting Wendy to say that she hires her.

"You say this.. but friends trust each other," Wendy said, losing her balance as she felt herself falling.

Irene felt her heart breaking at this sentence. Seeing Wendy's drunken state, her true words were enough to tell her how much the younger girl was hurt.

"You guys can talk when she's sober okay?," Seulgi said apologetically before she held Wendy's arm, lifting her up on her feet. Joy immediately held the drunk girl's other hand.

"We don't know why she drank so much but it seems like something happened between you two.. why don't you come over tomorrow so we can all talk and sort whatever is happening?," Seulgi asked looking at the stripper.

Irene just nodded and helped Joy and Seulgi with Wendy's stuff outside the club. As the drunken girl's car was still there, they all got in with Joy and Wendy on the backseat.

"Joy...," Wendy mumbled as she looked up at her friend's face. Her head was on Joy's lap while the latter was brushing her hair.

"What's wrong?," Joy asked worriedly.

"I-I feel sick..," Wendy said, getting teary once again.

"Of course you do.. you drank so much," Joy replied in a smile, feeling the shorter girl's burning cheeks and forehead with her cold palms.

"I don't want to be sick..," Wendy slurred, holding her friend's hand weakly.

"Don't worry you'll be fine in two days," Joy said, knowing how horrible her friend's hangover is going to be.

"Ugh," Wendy groaned, coughing a little due to the burning in her throat.

"We'll take care of you," Joy said, knowing how cranky and sad Wendy got when she was sick. The reason being her hatred towards her parents who never took care of her at all. That's why Wendy had grown to be independent. She avoided getting help from anybody she knew until it was absolutely necessary.