♜ pub

"Excuse me!" Seulgi shouts over the bar, pointing at her drink. "Excuse me!" she shouts again, trying to gain the attention of the man working the mugs behind the bar. "What's in this!"

It was a complicated story, if anyone asked, about how she ended up here. But the shortened version - minus all the unimportant details - is that Seulgi came to town to treat a child with fever, and was coerced by the single older brothers to join them for a celebratory drink. As their extra way of thanking her for saving their younger brother. And being who she was, and having been promised fruity drinks and pudding, she went right along.

Now midnight had kissed the evening, and Seulgi was surrounded by burly men, and lively women, with cheeks flushed crimson and drink sloshing over her hand while she waved it around. It would appear that the sweet tonic mixture was not the kind she was used to.

"I want the recipe, kind sir! This juice is delicious!" she shouts with a giggle, the band picking up the pace on their song in the corner of the room. "Huzzah! Long live the king!"