![]() 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. ![]()
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