You Had Me at Goodbye

The Party

Boy, do they party.

Lisa does not know when—or how—exactly Chaeyoung manages to associate herself with this one person who then brings two others who bring other three and multiply the number into a crowd enough to fit the whole house Chaeyoung bought not long after she moved to London—somewhere around Paddington—but she does know that she needs to evacuate herself out of the house immediately before it is too late. By too late, she means suffocating herself amongst the ocean of strangers, draining her social battery and leaving herself with nothing to function in the next few hours.

The turning flashback of the horror glazing over scenes playing in her head exhibiting the years when they were still undergraduates when Chaeyoung threw parties like throwing a chicken leg in a lake of Piranhas. Wild and damaging. Wild for Chaeyoung, damaging for Lisa. At least this party is way more decent; way less chaotic, and calmer, and people seem to be able to hold their clothes on. Those are some things to be extremely relieved of. She has been scarred enough for the rest of her life.

She has to admit that dr. Roseanne Chaeyoung Park loves partying. You can say that it is in her blood. There was nobody back in their years as medical students who did not know that Rosie girl from meds who threw rad parties almost every weekend at her flat. Imagine how insanely packed the unit was every time and how drained that girl who tailed Rosie everywhere's social battery every time she ended up trapped at Chaeyoung's party. It was a mystery how nobody had ever filed complaints due to the chaos happening back in that flat.

The woman was a work of miracle as well while she was at it, Lisa must admit. Between the partying and being irresponsible every now and then, young Chaeyoung still managed to be on top of her classes. And it is still an enigma to Lisa—regarding how the older woman could pull that stunt off—that is.

"P'Khun?"

A familiar figure she did not expect to stumble upon in Chaeyoung's house of all places on her way out; Khun—out of the people—is there being all friendly with another man she recognises. Chaeyoung is really a social butterfly to have Nichkhun there at her party.

"Lisa? You're here?" Khun says as surprised as she is apparently as he envelops her in a quick hug. Only last week they met in Manchester and now they are meeting in London. Lisa nods to Khun's question—ignoring her own wonder—and proceeds to exchange a quick conversation with him as she tries to excuse herself.

"This is dr. Kim," Khun interrupts her intention as he introduces her to the tall lanky lad she recognises as one of the neurosurgeons at The Winchesters Memorial Hospital.

"We've met," Lisa says abruptly, finding no interest to exchange any words with the man, dr. Kai Kim.

Still, the man innocently knots a simple smile, a bit awkwardly—yet sincerely regardless—as he offers his hand to Lisa nonetheless, telling Khun that they do know each other. They work in the same line of the surgery department, after all, it is not uncommon to find the surgeons to know each other. Dr. Kim has two sharp eyes, contrasting Lisa's round-shaped ones with his jaws carved trenchantly. The male neurosurgeon is an awkward lad but he is friendly once you get to know him, but to be truly honest, Lisa does not give a second fuck about the two men at that moment because all she has in mind now is just how to save her arse out of the scene. So she quickly takes her hand back from this dr. Kim—as politely as possible—and proceeds to make her way to her safe haven outside.

She sees the light from the end of that tunnel slowly shrinking away from the longer she extends her stay in that packed scene. She has managed to reach the halfway point towards the front door when suddenly a hint of the very familiar Black Opium interrupts her senses.