The drinks kept flowing, the conversation deepening, the atmosphere in the private lounge becoming increasingly intimate. Seo-yeon had lost track of how many cocktails she'd consumed, but the alcohol was working its magic, loosening her tongue, softening her edges, making her feel warm and pliable and wonderfully reckless.
Yura and Ha-eun were equally tipsy, their laughter coming easier, their inhibitions fading along with Seo-yeon's. The three of them were curled together on the plush sofa, bodies touching, the boundaries between them blurring in the most delicious way possible.
"You know," Seo-yeon said, her words slightly slurred, her eyes fixed on Yura with an intensity that bordered on fascination. "I've been thinking about you—about your life, about what you have. And I can't help but feel jealous. Really, properly jealous."
