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"let's get this started!" one of your friends shouts while pouring drinks from one of the bottles that someone had bought.
"jesus, he's gonna be hammered in a heartbeat," a guy says as he grabs some more fries from a basket on the table.
"and are we surprised? no," someone else speaks. "designated drivers, you guys have a mission tonight with all of us," they add.
"alright everyone, cheers to all of us for finishing that damn research!" your friend announces. all of you that had decided to drink take a shot together. "let's go!" he cheers.
you and friends keep drinking and eating. a few of them go to the dance floor, and you are able to see some of them from where you sit.
"hey everyone!" one of your friends calls as she comes back to your table. "anyone want shots? the bartender is giving them to us for free!" she mentions.
you raise an eyebrow at her. "for free? you know them?" you ask.
"it's one of yunho's friends. come on y/n!" your friend grabs your arm and pulls you out of the booth. you and a few people from your group go to one of the bars, where your friends waves down someone. "mingi!"
"mingi, get over here!"
"gimme a sec!" one of the bartenders shouts as he makes some drinks for customers. you watch him talk with customers a bit and running the cash register for a second before going over to where you and your friends are. "want top shelf?" he immediately asks.
"if you're paying for them! i can't afford that!" your friend scolds him.
"geez," he chuckles, "this one is on me, but you're getting the cheap stuff afterwards," he says and turns around. you watch him grab a bottle of expensive liquor and turn back around to grab shot glasses for you and your friends. "where's yunho at?" he asks.
"probably on the dance floor. he's trying to get as many numbers as possible tonight," your friend answers.
"maybe he'll break a record," you say, joining the conversation as the bartender pours shots.
"not as many as me," the bartender replies and pushes the shot glasses towards you.
"mingi, take one with us, man," one of the guys says as all of you grab a glass.
"i need to keep it chill for a bit," the bartender replies.
"oh come on, mingi. don't be like that," one of the girls says to him.
"yea, it's just one."
the bartender rolls his eyes but pours a shot for himself. "jesus, alright, alright, keep it down," he says.
"cheers!"
you down your shot and put the glass down on the counter.
"mingi, open a tab for the shots. i don't mind," one of the guys says to the bartender and holds out one of his credit cards.
the bartender takes it. "you sure?" he asks.
your friend nods, "yea. go ahead and give us a few more beers and sojus while you're at it. our table is full of party people tonight." he mentions and ends up next to you while the rest of your friends start heading either towards the table or the dance floor. "y/n, want anything?" he asks you.
"i'll just take a margarita," you say and take a card out.
"let me pay for it," your friend says but you shake your head.
"i don't want to forget to pay you back," you say to him.
"beers, sojus, margarita. i got you guys," mingi says and takes your credit card as well. "let me open the tabs," he says and turns around. you watch him use one of the registers for a bit before he turns back around to give you and your friend your cards back. "here's some bottles," he says and takes out some bottles of soju and beer from a few fridges below. he places them on the counter while you and your friend grab them. "i'll bring the margarita to your table when i get a second. just need to clear the bar."
"all good. take your time," you reply.
"see ya," your friend says.
the two of you return to your table, where most of the group isn't there.
"everyone's dancing?" you question as you place bottles on the table.
"you mean grinding on top of each other? yea," one of the guys says before stuffing his face with french fries. "she's already feeling it," he gestures to his girlfriend, who is clearly tipsy.
"i want to go dance..."
"eat for a bit, baby. you can't dance on an empty stomach," he says to his girlfriend. "hand me a beer," he requests.
"here," your other friend says and hands him a bottle. "i'm going on the dance floor," he says to all of you before walking away with a beer in his hands.
while you hang around the table, you talk to some of your friends. all of you are just happy to hang out instead of being stressed out for the time being from the research you had been working on for a couple of months.
as you sip on a glass of water, someone comes up to your table. "hey, sorry for the wait," mingi says as he hands you a glass with your margarita.
"no worries. thanks," you say to him.
"hey! mingi!" you hear yunho's voice, and the puppy appears next to the bartender. "you done working?" he asks his friend.
"it died down a bit, so i'm taking a break," mingi mentions.
"sit down with us," yunho says and almost pushes his friend to sit in the booth with all of you. "me and this guy go way back," he mentions to all of you.
"if we go way back, then why wasn't i invited to this?" mingi asks and snags a few fries from a basket on the table.
"your name isn't on our research paper," one of the girls says as she opens a bottle of soju.
"we could add it as an honorary name at the end," you laugh as you start drinking your margarita.
"that'd be funny," mingi replies.
eventually, you decide to go dance with some of your friends. the music blaring into the late night. the club is still packed with people, and you almost lose your friends in the midst of dancing.
"woah," you feel someone bump into you, but they grab you seconds later.
"sorry," you manage to hear mingi apologize. you turn to look at him and shake your head at him.
"all good," you reply. "shouldn't you be working now?" you ask him. it had been a bit since he started taking his break.
he shrugs with a chuckle, "it's whatever. they can get mad at me later," he says to you. "you staying the whole night?" he asks.
"depends on who wants my attention," you reply to him with a grin. mingi smirks at you.
"your attention? i bet a lot of guys would want it," he says to you. "what about me? want my attention?" he asks.
you raise an eyebrow and take a sip from the beer bottle in your hand. "sure you can keep up?" you ask.
mingi chuckles again and grabs the beer bottle from you. "don't worry, i know what i'm doing," he says and drinks from the bottle.
