Pink Lady
💗If you just pass it by because it's pretty, you'll end up in trouble💗
Sigh-
On my way to the cocktail bar, a smile escaped my lips.
'This is my 13th breakup.'
I was still in my mid-twenties. It wasn't an age where marriage was urgent, but I was breathless.
I was in a relationship. I met, fell in love, broke up, and repeated. Again.
But I'm not saying that marriage was urgent. It's not like I was crazy about love.
I wasn't even hungry. I was just drunk and choosing someone to love.
There was just a beautiful, deep, and fascinating man.
Ding-
A small bell above the open door announced the visit of the heroine.
"Welcome, are you looking for a bartender?
"No, let me look at the list."
This was a special cocktail bar. A private room for honest conversation.
It was a space to enjoy with the bartender, whether it was sharing or having a physical conversation.
I feel like talking to a friend today...Pink Lady, it's pretty.
"I'll go to the bartender's pink lady room."
"Yes, I will guide you."
I walked through a hallway lit by a bright chandelier and entered the room I was guided to.
"female?"
"You're... the Pink Lady?"
I thought she would literally be a female bartender because she's called the Pink Lady, but surprisingly
The bartender was a man. The bartender on the other side was usually a woman, as expected.
I didn't choose 'Pink Lady', so it seems like they mainly received male customers.
He seemed puzzled because the guest was a woman.
"Surprisingly, it's been a while since I've seen a woman choose the Pink Lady."
"I also chose the Pink Lady because I thought the bartender would be a woman.
It's unexpected."
He looked at me as if asking why, and I answered, 'Because I need a drinking buddy.'
"Drinking buddy... is something depressing happening?"
"We broke up."
"So, do you want the bartender to make you feel good? Or do you want to talk to him?
"Is that what you want?"
Making you feel good was a phrase that was meant with physical contact in mind.
Physical contact with a man you don't know while drunk is usually
It's something I would never have done, but I was drawn to it today. Today, at least, I was drinking.
I didn't think I would get drunk.
"Both. But I'm a little more inclined towards the former."
"That's good, I like the former better too."
"Pink Lady, are you okay?" I nodded at the bartender.
I left the room to make a cocktail.
As he left, traditional jazz flowed softly into my ears without a single noise.
It flowed in. The interior is reminiscent of an elegant hotel suite.
I thought the combination of the unique cocktail bars was quite beautiful.
Click, the door opened and the bartender came in. A pink drink was in his hand.
It sparkled brilliantly.
"Okay, then, shall we begin the story?"
Thud- he said, sitting down next to me.
"Today was my 13th breakup."
"You've been in a lot of relationships."
"I see. It's just that, because I've been busy dating, the number of times I've dated has increased quite a bit."
Saggeuk said, wiping the sugar on top of the cocktail glass with his index finger.
"I'm looking for a man to take, but somehow the more I meet him, the more I lose my mind.
"These are the men who make you feel good. There are no deep and attractive people, no humans."
"For example?"
"Even the guy I broke up with recently was cheating. He was half-asleep after drinking.
Then, bang... bang- the sound of high heels was clearly heard. Then, I opened my eyes.
When I looked, it was Sojin? Anyway, there was that kind of woman, well... after that...
It's the same. He said he was leaving and wanted to break up with me."
"The man was so obsessed with the cubic that he missed the diamond right next to him."
I took the index finger I was using to scoop out sugar and put it in my mouth.
licking-
He moved his tongue slowly, transferring the heat inside his mouth to me. The tongue's
A slow, sloppy movement that allows you to feel even the slightest bump.
What is reminiscent of the slight sucking and pulling... is a kiss.
The sugar melted as soon as it touched his hot mouth.
"She's such a simple woman, she was so stupid."
He lifted his lowered eyelids and met my eyes.
The deep eyes staring at me seemed to draw me in.
A little further, closer to a dream.
He kissed her index finger neatly, and their tongues met.
He finished. He touched my wet index finger with his hot mouth.
I wiped it with a handkerchief.
I felt awkward about the gentle consideration I received for the first time, so I put the cocktail in my mouth.
I poured it out.
"If you just ignore it because it's pretty, you'll end up in trouble. It's actually a lot more poisonous than it looks."
"Well, more than that, you have manners. I think you're more used to dealing with women.
Why did you name the bartender Pink Lady so that only male customers would gather?
"As soon as I entered the room, I realized that the Pink Lady was a man and immediately left.
There are quite a few. It's disappointing because it's not a woman who plays beautifully, but a man.
That's what I'm after. It's prepaid, so I get paid and then I can rest."
"And then, when such a wonderful woman comes along,"
"JackPot."
He tilted his head and kissed me. Every time our tongues passed, I felt the same thing he did earlier.
I could feel a subtle sweetness from the sugar I had eaten.
The sound of saliva tangled thickly filled the small room. My arms
I wrapped my arms around his neck and he got up from the stool next to me and
He wrapped his arms around my waist. Our bodies became closer and closer, and I drank from earlier.
I was dizzy from the intoxication from the Pink Lady. It was only one drink.
The color was pretty, but it was quite poisonous. I closed my eyes tightly, feeling dizzy.
"Why, do you think I'll get drunk?"
He asked in a low, hushed voice. I nodded obediently.
He said with a chuckle.
"If you just ignore it because it's pretty, you'll be in big trouble."
"Look, it's already being eaten by me like this."