906. Short-term Alba16

“I heard the banquet was all gone first. ”

“Does it matter? I just need a drink anyway. You stay.”

Cristina flips the bottle over, tapping the bottle underneath with her elbow. I stared at her in such a natural posture that I was stunned. Cristina, who had a soju bottle, began to twist the remaining rope around the stopper.

“What are you doing?"

“I'm bored. Just play the game. ”

“Alone?”

“What about the two of you? ”

As I twisted the cord of the bottle opener, the tip shook as if it were going to fall off. Cristina said,

“Now, if you flick this thing with your finger and drop it, does the person across the street want to shoot it? Me first?"

Cristina seemed to know how to drink like a Korean. I got caught up in her pace and was forced to join the game.

“Hiya!”

Cristina flicks her fingers, shouting for a faint nod, but the rope is almost hanging loose. She was as upset as a child.

“Hehe! We're almost out. ”

“Now it's my turn, right? ”

“Take it easy.”

“Who started it first? ”

I gave my fingertips a lot of strength.

You aim at the exact point, as if you were hitting him at night by rolling a stop.

‘Hmph. Whatever you're up to, don't even think about beating me with a game. ’

Boom!

The bottle lid strap fell from one punch after hitting the weak spot. Cristina cried when she saw it.

“Wow, really! That's rude, Doreen. ”

“Don't mind the game. You want the shot as promised? ”

“Huh, we'll see. ”

Cristina brings out the soju glass, but I clear the glass to the side and pour in the beer.

“I thought you didn't have the right size for a glass. ”

“Oh, my gosh! Really? ”

“Just drink it. ”

Qual Qual

Soju fills the glass like water.

No matter how much I drank in a single shot, it was a sheep I could swallow.

Cristina swallows her saliva and suddenly refuses the penalty.

“Wait. I'm just going to play the truth game. ”

“Huh? What are you talking about? ”

“If you don't drink the bee, the truth game. Didn't you know?”

“No, why the sudden change of rules? ”

“I don't think you're the one who turned the soju into beer. ”

After all, it's the crust wavelength.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“I don't have a lot of questions for you. ”

“Is there really nothing? ”

Cristina leans toward me, suddenly leaning her torso as she gives out an indifferent tea. It was a blatant temptation to see the sternum clearly between the V-neck cut shirts.

‘Oops, white horse breasts. ’

[Master! Don't let it shake. You need to get her a drink.]

‘But I had to accept it because I changed the penalty rules. Because if you don't, the game won't work. ’

“Good. I'll take it this time. I don't have a speaker. ”

“What's a speaker? Consecutive packing? ”

“What, what are you talking about? Speaker of the dead. Two consecutive penalties are unconditional. ”

“Okay, I admit that. Now ask me a question, and I'll tell you anything. ”

“Hmm. Anything? ”

I looked straight at cristina in red.

Extraordinarily bright hair on white skin.

Body on the move, provocative charm.

That's what the Elves would look like if they had any.

Oh, my gosh, I saw her breasts and suddenly I'm horny.

“Cristina was dating Myung Woo's brother, right? ”

“Yes.”

“So how many times a week do you two do it? ”

“What?”

“What would that be?”

I raised my level from the first question. Later, Cristina realized the question's intentions and laughed as if it were absurd.

“What the hell, Lee Dou Hoon. Pretend you're not. You're scared. ”

“If you can't answer that, you know it's two glasses, right? ”

“What's not to answer? We don't. ”

“You don't? ”

“Yeah. I just don't do it someday. ”

“Ahh · · ·. ”

I already knew that, but there was a reason I made her take it out with her mouth. Cristina continues to speak with a bitter look on her face.

“I don't know. Since when did Myungwoo avoid sleeping? He's tired all the time, so he just sleeps with his hands closed. ”

“Oops · · ·. ”

“What is it, really? Stab someone else's pain. ”

“I didn't know that. ”

“Never mind. Bad lesson. ”

“But why isn't Myung Woo going to the bathroom? Did you fall down? Should I go?”

“That's it. He'll come around. What do you care so much? ”

“Drunk people don't come back to the bathroom, so you have to pay attention. ”

“Maybe he took a shit. He has constipation. I'll call you if anything happens. ”

Cristina didn't even want her boyfriend to come back.

Here I could see that there was a problem with the love line of two people. Oh, my God, you're stealing a kid's nose candy.

“Come on, do it again. I have a strong knack for battle. ”

“I don't even have a bottle cap. How can I? ”

“Just one more bottle. ”

“You have to empty this before you can start again. There's nothing new to spit out. ”

“Really? Would you like to share? ”

Cristina picks up a glass filled with bees and takes a quick sip.

Honey, honey, honey.

“Oh, no! ”

Incredible amount of alcohol that can be seen with your eyes.

“Kyahhhh! write.”

“Take Glass in one shot? ”

“Now that I've finished, it's your turn. ”

Cristina poured all the liquor left in the glass. I realized today that a bottle of soju is divided into two beers.

“You drink this. ”

“What · · · ·. ”

“You know it's a punishment if you don't drink it, right? Are you sure I drank all that? ”

“My goodness.”

I got drunk pretending I didn't win.

You're trying to get me drunk, but you can't do that.

Because I'm invincible at drinking right now.

Gulp, gulp!

Immediately emptied the glass and put it on the table, and Cristina dipped some wasabi soy sauce in a tuna contest and handed it to my mouth.

“Dorun, ah. ”

“What?”

“Have a drink. ”

“Huh, well. ”

The tuna melts in my mouth as I take a piece of flour.

Cristina said,

“Look, I take care of her. You only feed the thugs. Oh, no, really. ”

“Hmm, sorry. I'll give it to you next time. ”

“All right, let's get started. Never lose this time. ”

A second drink was opened before Myungwoo even came back from the bathroom. In fact, it was surprising before a tremendous rush.

"Even a Soviet woman can drink like that? ’

[A nation of vodka? It may feel relatively weak.]

‘But she's a woman. I can barely hold on to my items, but I'm a natural drunk. ’

But Cristina met the wrong owner.

You can't bring me my weekly grandfather today.

A second game has begun.

Cristina gave me the bottle cap first, whether she used her head or not. The second thing that fell, he thought was the result of touching it first.

But not a chance.

Exactly!

I dropped the rope once again, and Cristina's face turned pale with contempt.

“What a lesson, really! Where'd you learn to do that? ”

“Didn't you know that there is a bottle cap iron school in Korea? ”

“What did he say, really? Do you know who's stupid? ”

“Hurry up and drink. ”

I started drinking again.

At this point, Cristina was quite nervous.

No matter how good the liver's detoxification skills are, it's hard to decipher alcohol that's been poured into your veins. Two glasses of grilled foie gras were enough to last a long time.

“Ugh · · ·. I just want to play the truth game. ”

“Well, I'm not curious. ”

“Ask me, seriously. Anything. I can answer that. ”

“Hmm. Really? ”

“Of course.”

“Then · · · ·. ”

What do you think Cristina should be embarrassed about?

I read her mind at a glance.

{Ask me if I want to sleep with you. I'll be right with you.}

Huff!!! This is the alternative.

[Sir, call me right away. You have to catch it when you get the chance.]

"Of course!"

But it couldn't have been easy.

Suddenly, the waitress jumped to our table.

“Cristina, are you with me? ”

“Hey, there! ”

“Yes?”

“I think that fellow who came in earlier fell down in the bathroom. I think you should go now. ”

“W-what? ”

I had no choice but to help Cha Myung Woo, who fainted and flushed his head down the toilet while missing all the fish. When he drank too much, he fainted without saying hello, spilling vomit all the way out the toilet.

“I can't drink anything. ”

“Oh dear, Myeong-woo. · · ”

Finally, Cristina and I left the store, holding the fainted cheerleader on our shoulders as if thrown out. I was so dizzy that I couldn't use the toilet that I couldn't stand it. Calculations also had to be paid with my card. Oh, look at you.

“What do I do?”

“· · · 3rd Gazrah, 3rd! Woof.”

Even when the cheer was insane, he shouted the third time.

“Enough! Drinks go to shit! ”

Cristina gave me Pinzan, but when I saw her fainting again, I said,

“I can't. Myungwoo, I think I need to take you home. Cristina, do you have a home address? ”

“I know · · · ·. ”

Cristina was very upset. It was almost as if it was the real boyfriend or the sudden wavelength.

Just when the taxi arrived, I fell in the back of the taxi with my husband. Cristina shakes her head and says get in the front seat.

“Mmmm, mmm · · ·. ”

Myungwoo is still unconscious. He wants to run from the first, but he's completely lost.

“So why not win a drink? · · · Is the house far from here? ”

“We're close. We'll be there in 10 minutes. ”

Arrived at an officetel in the middle of the city. Cristina jumps to the elevator from both sides, barely able to walk on her feet.

Cristina, who was small, had a hard time supporting her, because she was completely exhausted. I had no choice but to say.

“It's better if I just carry him. I need your help."

“You gonna be okay?"

“This is not bad. ”

With Cristina's help, I held a cheer on my back. It wasn't usually hard to hold someone drunk. When I put my hands up on my butt, Myungwoo shouted something strange.

“· · · Ang. ”

“Yes? What did you just say? ”

Probably stimulated the dangerous area. The breath touching the back of my neck was painful and hot.

"Oh, fuck, you're gay! I just want to throw it away somewhere. ’

But I couldn't find it in front of Cristina.

“Tap the floor number. ”

“Uh, uh. ”

All the way up to the elevator, Myungwoo climbed up behind his back and lit up. As I rub my body, the flesh rises as I continue to tangle.

You want me to kill this faggot? ’

[Lord, please be patient! No killing.]

‘Phew, really. What do I look like? ’

“Aah!”

But in the end, Satan happened.

The gay kid suddenly started sucking my ears.

Surprised, I put my hands on him to remove him, and the thunderstorm on my back began to vomit from the impact of the fall.

“Eeeek!”

“Oh, no! ”

“Myoung-woo!”

Cha Myung Woo ended up with dirt on my pants.

I'm outraged.

"You fucking faggot! ’

If Cristina hadn't been around, she would have smashed her face in with sneakers. But I couldn't say anything in front of her who was worried about her boyfriend.

“Well, what do I do? ”

“After · · · ·. I'm gonna try to get him back on his feet. ”

I gave up my pants soaked in vomit and lifted my spirits to the front of the house. Myungwoo was still unhappy.

“Oh, man, what a mess. ”

“Learned. I'm sure you have some pants left in your house. Get in there and get changed. ”

“How can I borrow someone else's pants?” “But you can't go home like that. ”

I was forced to enter according to Cha Myung Woo's officetel, and I handed Cristina my churning trousers.

“I'm sorry. You're the only one who's struggling. ”

“Why are you sorry? You should accept an apology from your best friend. ”

“Still · · ·. I should have taken care of my boyfriend. ”

Cristina blamed herself, but it was too late.

I hear the sound of sleepwalking from Myungwoo, who's in the bedroom.

“Wave three! Shoot today! ”

“Phew, I can't stand it. ”

“Is he always this weak? ”

“No, I don't think so. He drank a lot today. Shouldn't you be washing up? Looks like it's all wet inside. ”

Like Cristina said, the debris is dripping through your trousers. I changed my pants on a barrel that went up to a unique smell, but it wasn't going to solve it.

“I need to use the bathroom for a minute. ”

“Yes, I'll take care of Myungwoo. ”

When I entered the bathroom and took off my pants, I was pinned behind my panties.

“Oh, shit. ”

I was insulted.

Eventually, I started showering naked.

I felt a bit better when the hot water touched me.

I rub the place where the vomit was buried tightly with soap.

At that moment, I heard a knock at the bathroom door.

“Dorhun, it's me. ”

“Huh? I'm still washing up. ”

“No, Myungwoo suddenly puked again · ·. I need to wash my mop. ”

“Ahh · · ·. Hold on. Give it to me. ”

Cristina pushes the mop through the cracks as I open the door.

“Here.”

At that moment, the door began to open like a peasant.

I'm naked!

End

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