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~ in which you reluctantly offer a drink to the beautiful woman next to you at the bar.~ 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: platonic evolvement 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: hwasa x fem!reader 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of alcohol 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2169
inspired from the song "don't" by loco and hwasa <3
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There was something about being at the bar at night that cleared your mind from everything else. The bar you had regularly went to was more on the calm side, some jazz music travelling through the air as people would normally come in for dates or to rewind. Most times you would people-watch, just seeing other files in and out of the bar as you sat drink in-hand. You weren't much to drink yourself, but you gave yourself that light feeling whenever the time had to come.
Bringing your head back, you swallow a shot, its fiery taste coursing down your throat. You visibly exhale as you take a moment to process the taste and its effects. Even after one shot, you start to feel yourself becoming just a bit more lightweight, as if you were floating with your thoughts beginning to cloud away.
Your fingers tap against the shot glass, a quiet ringing noise from each tap resonating into the quiet atmosphere. The faint jazz music was enough to arouse the unprovoked world around. It was relaxing𑁋with only a few other people sitting at the bar and a small amount sitting at the tables, whom all seem to be in their own little bubbles.
As you down another shot, you glance towards your phone for the time: 9:45 p.m. Though it may sound late, there have been many occurrences of you staying late. Maybe this was another one of those times, one you just so need where life was catching up just a bit too quickly.
When you look back up, at the corner of your eye for a split second, you notice a figure brush past you and towards the seat right next to you. It was a woman, a complete stranger. You carefully watch her take off the leather coat she was wearing. Although the seats weren't all too close to one another, you wonder as to why she had chosen the one directly next to you. There were plenty of other available seats around.
Yet there was something about her that gave off a familiar aura, as if you had seen her somewhere before. Your somewhat drunken thoughts couldn't place the pieces together easily, and you brush the thought off rather abrupty. However, while continuing to observe her through the corner of your eye, you couldn't help but admire her unique features.
The dimness of the bar gave off a subtle glow to reflect off her shiny tan skin. Her long, dark hair was slightly wavy and parted to one side. She wore a dark brown dress that exposed nearly every centimetre of her back as well as her shoulders. In other words, she's ridiculously attractive, and you ponder to the possibility of her presence in the bar: maybe she wanted to clear her head, maybe she's waiting for her date. It seemed endless. All of the possibilities seemed endless.
