"She's not yours to have." Taehyung sneers at him.
"Yours. Mine. Ours." Jungkook shrugs as he fixes her hair tie on his wrist.
Taehyung's eyes stare at the tie in his possession before glaring at him.
"Either way, we both know I'm not going anywh...
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In this day and age, one should know by now, that bars are high on the list for chances of altercations.
People get intoxicated, become belligerent and want to swing at the first person who looks at them for too long. Even a glance the wrong way and somebody is ready to fight.
Genesis knows this, so do her friends. And yet they're still subjecting themselves to be apart of the action. They've still paid for fake ID cards to gain access to the wide variety of alcohol behind the bar.
Had it been decades earlier, they wouldn't have needed it. But right around the time that they were born, the drinking age was changed. Put into law and stamped with approval, you have to be 25 or older to purchase and consume alcohol.
Genesis and her friends walk into the building, giddy that their cards passed the scans. She wasn't sure about them at first. She was very skeptical. The last guy that made them was arrested because a girl got caught at a club with a fake one. She ratted him out for making bad cards.
Ever since then, Genesis is always ready to take off in case the card doesn't pass a scan check.
She walks into the building and the smell of alcohol and cologne fill her nose. It isn't a pleasant scent but it's, apparently, a masculine one. Or so it's strongly believed by these men.
"It stinks in here." Genesis voices her opinion the further they walk in.
She doesn't care for the volume she speaks at. It's not like anyone but her friends could hear her anyway. The music is loud. The laughs are boisterous. And the inebriation due to whiskey is heavy.
"It always smells like this in here. It's either this or the nightclub and it's worse in there." One of her friends speaks.
"It isn't worse. Our IDs are just more likely to be found out there." The other inputs.
While the pair bicker as they always do, Genesis walks to the bar. The bartender looks at her as he makes a drink for another patron.
"What can I get for you, sweetheart?"
"Two glasses of vodka and four shots of cognac."
"Copy." He nods as he turns to the alcohol selections.
Genesis leaves the money on the counter then looks behind her. She sees her friends still arguing as they look for seats. She rolls her eyes and grabs the tray of drinks as they're set in front of her. She walks over to a table and sets it down.
"Hey." She calls to the other two girls. They look in her direction and nod when they see that she found a table. They would have seen it too if not for their back and forth.
