AS FATE WOULD HAVE IT - LOONA.

4.

Hello lads, its been a while and I am very sorry. Heres a very short chapter that I am actually proud of for once. Oops.

Edmonton,Alberta, Canada. 1993

"What's the last thing you remember?"

Chaewon considered the question, and apart from a few patchy images of bright lights and the hazy whispers of somebody hushing into her ear (huh, must have been a wild night) she found herself quite amnesic.

"I think it was after my third beer, and some girl announced that they were going to table dance."

Haseul folded her arms and glared at her.

"I may have been the girl."

Haseul sighed, putting the air conditioning in her car up a little. "Well from the fact that I received a very gargled voice message from you last night, saying something about a hotel, and that you weren't in your bed this morning, I thought I'd come find you. I didn't expect to find you fully checked into said hotel, and neglecting the plush clean bed, passed out cold in the fucking bathtub."

Chaewon shrugged.

"Where did you even get the money to pay for that place? You- didn't-"

"Nah." Chaewon cut her off. "At least I don't think so. Apparently the stay had all been paid for last night. And I know I didn't, because why on earth would I have woken up in a bathtub?."

"Fair point, I mean you did have a pillow, which you were clinging onto really tightly. How's that hang over then?"

"Not to bad, my neck hurts a lttle bit more than my head."

"That's what sleeping in a bathtub will do, Chaewon."

"I don't have class today, do I?" Chaewon asked, laying her head against the back of the seat, closing her eyes and groaning loudly.

Haseul smiled, rolling her eyes slightly as she turned the corner. "No, you've only got a lecture at 4, but otherwise you're good."

"Love you." Chaewon grinned, eyes still closed, swatting her hand affectionately at Haseuls face, who was not thoroughly amused, given that she was driving.

"You have ruined your dress."

"It'll wash out."

"Do you even know what it is??"

"..,no but for the sake of my pride and the fact that my aunt got me this dress and will kill me if she finds out I ruined it IT HAS TO WASH OUT."

"And if it doesn't. What excuse could you come out with that you managed to make the entirety of the neckline of your pale purple dress a weirdly dark green. And is that pink?" Haseul exclaimed, picking at the hem around her sleeves.

"Guess I was drinking cocktails, jeez."

"You're not usually like this, I mean I've seen you wasted, but never well, this."

"I'm as confused as you are. Just let feel the warmth of my nice crisp sheets that probably feel better than a stone bathtub."

"When I'm old you better give up your job to take care of me." She huffed in reply.

"You're like four years older than me. Plus, you old is not a site I can imagine."

"At the moment your head is probably trying to convert everything into swedish or something and you are drooling on my car."

"I thought that was juice."

"Get into bed."

Chaewon saluted in reply, swinging the door open and then attempting to climb the stairs up into their apartment, and almost kicking a cat as she did so. She then apologised to the very traumatised cat, waited impatiently for Haseul to unlock the door, and then practically flew onto her bed after ripping off her now very colorful dress and throwing n and old t shirt.