Lost Girl | Taeyong

2. Bond. James Bond

The club was packed to the brim with an entourage of individuals, the pounding bass of electronic music pulsated through the air, controlling every person. As Jaemi sat at the bar, absentmindedly stirring her drink with a straw, she could feel the floor vibrating due to the loud music, causing ripples to sway in her drink. Jaemi was very much your 'life of the party' type girl; reckless; a heavy drinker and a helluva lot of fun to be around.

She had come to the nightclub in an attempt to get peace of mind, and drink her problems away. Her best friend, Hansol, or as he goes by, 'Vernon', was one of the main bartenders in the club. He worked almost every night and Jaemi suspected that it was because the manager knew his attractive looks brought a lot of the money in every night.

Sadly though, this had been a particularly busy night, and Vernon had been very much occupied, serving the various customers and having to deal with the drunk girls who harassed him. For a few of the persistent ones, who just wouldn't get the message that he wasn't interested, Jaemi had intervened, scaring them away for the rest of the night.

Jaemi spun around in her stool, downing another shot and slamming the empty glass on the counter. "I could do this all night." She drawled, leaning heavily against the counter. Vernon was amused by her confident words, leaning over to take the empty glass, cleaning it with a cloth.

"I'm sure you could." As he spoke his eyes warily watched a particularly drunk girl fall to the ground, blackout drunk. He sighed, turning away and pretending he hadn't just seen it. "I swear to God if I have to clean up someone else's-" Jaemi laughed at him, reaching over the counter to serve herself another beverage. He didn't object, warm eyes watching her.

"How're you doing by the way?" He leaned closer to her so that he could be heard over the loud music. Jaemi's eyebrows furrowed as she looked down, her mood instantly souring.

"Why do you have to ask me about that now?" It was clear as day that she was still bothered by it, even now.

"Well it's near that time, I'm just worried about you." Before she could respond, Vernon was called away by his coworker, serving a round to a few new people to have joined the club. To distract herself from the intrusive thoughts, Jaemi turned to her phone, her fingers automatically tapping into a conversation, where her message was still left unread, only another painful reminder. Once Vernon had returned to her, free of distractions, he caught a glimpse of her phone, clicking his tongue at her cluelessness.

"I'm fine," Jaemi stated out of nowhere, almost as if trying to convince herself that she was. 'She's anything but fine', Vernon thought. Although the girl rarely, if ever, revealed anything about her past life, he was still aware of the very basics, fully aware of how it affected her, even if she didn't see it.

"You're not." He argued, and Jaemi dropped her phone onto the glass counter, her eyes narrowing at her best friend. Jaemi tried to not argue with the man, she didn't like seeing how he was affected by her anger, but when people interrogated her or tried to intervene, it annoyed her.

"I didn't come here to be interrogated by you!" She snapped, eyes suddenly vivid. The two had been friends for a long time, so Vernon was used to her outbursts. He tried to keep his face passive, unaffected by her snappish behaviour. "Give me another drink. I just want to enjoy the night."

"No, I don't think you should have any more drinks." Vernon firmly stated, arms crossed in a defiant manner. She was definitely way past sober, the alcohol running through her brains causing the intoxicated girl to behave in a brash manner.

"Don't tell me what to do, please, I really need this V." She uttered, the girl was past her breaking point. The alcohol had caused her to completely break down, her usual barriers and dismissive attitude failing at that moment. Vernon didn't know how to help the girl when she couldn't even help herself, her soul tainted by her past. If she continued this way she would eventually burn herself out.