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BOOZE. alcohol, like hard liquor
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"Chug chug chug!" everyone shouted on the top of their lungs while Jeno was in the middle of the circle, being eyed at by five other individuals. He gave them a smirk and immediately placed the brim of the beer bottle on his lips and downed the liquid, finishing half of the bottle in one go. He wiped his lips with the sleeve of his jacket and everyone widened their eyes in shock, and amusement. "Oh!~" the boys yelled, on the verge of yeeting out the window, but it was still raining, so sadly they had to do it metaphorically, or maybe in their head. All they knew was that what Jeno did was downright awesome.
"Jeno-ah, that was fucking epic," Jaemin cursed as he approached the man who was giving him a smirk. "I'm Jeno, what did you expect?" the male replied and Jaemin scoffed and rolled his eyes. But, admittedly, that was quite true.
Renjun's phone slowly decreased in battery as they endlessly played songs out of its speakers, placing it in a cup with the lack of a decent amplifier.
What's a party without GAYCT songs?
"PPALI PPALI PIHAE RIGHT CHERRY BOMB KILL IT YUM!"
Everyone was just bopping to the beat, jumping around while screaming incoherent words, which were supposed to be the actual lyrics to the song. They also tried karaoke, but being the broke bros™ they were, and having no access to the actual machine, they had to improvise—YouTube, and your own built-in microphone, which was your very much swollen vocal cords. Who knew anyone could whip up a Japanese sing-song machine your grandma neighbor hated twenty-four seven with zero budget? I mean, anything could happen when you're drunk. You could think of crazy ideas that may or may not actually work. It's not guaranteed but you sure could give it a shot. Or, your brain could easily birth a bad fucking idea in an instant—faster than seven-eleven cup noodles—and cause a whole load of mess.
