You can imagine how he'd feel if he knew what you insinuated about her." The boys exchanged glances with each other trying to figure out what player (Y/N) was dating. Has been known to even drop the gloves from time to time. Eyes went wide as Mario insinuated that (Y/N) dated someone, yet still Connor seemed unmoved. "I know her boyfriend feels the same way," Mario stated matter of factly. Your group’s fourth round of drinks harmonized in tipsy bliss amongst all this, your conversation continuing as Minhee began to dish about her work’s gossip, pulling the four of you into tittering giggles that were muffled by the loud music. Their noisiness was only matched by the game of darts being played over by the front doors, a fierce competition between a group of four men, drawing eyes to their side of the bar. A loud group of drunk foreigners were standing under the TV, playing a lively game of beer pong that had equal shouts of victory and despair filling the air alongside the thrumming music. The decor of the bar spoke to its target age group, with various tropical plants and surf-related items tacked up along the walls, a large screen in the middle of the sidewall playing the newest music videos that were popular on the western charts. The pulsating thrum of the bass was even stronger as you made it over to the bar, moving quickly to snatch up the three barstools that remained, leaving Hyejong to perch herself on Yerim’s lap. As he rewarded your attention with a wink and an amused smile, you refocused your energy on pushing your friends' backs till you were finally inside the doors. Your gaze did a slow run-up and down the man’s (very nice) body, a drunken blush warming your cheeks.
Your own eyes connected with one guy standing to the side, leaning against the wall as he smoked, the intricate and colorful details of the tattoos that covered his arms catching your attention. You guided your friends from the back, herding them like sheep as they giggled to each other with loud whispers about how cute this guy or that guy was. Your small group pushed your way into the busy bar, threading your way through the various groups of smokers that filled the area outside of the doors. You tried to point out that there were other options (“Look! Shamrock&Roll! They have pool tables!”), but you were shut down as the other three decided that the luring sound of Jay Park’s “Mommae” being blasted by FridayFiesta was too much to resist any longer.