[ seong watches sunni reach for his drink and even pushes it closer so he can snake it more easily. he probably shouldn't finish his fourth drink anyway, especially not when the drinks at this place are about as good as the music is. it isn't as if he can taste anything in it aside from the cheap vodka they're selling at premium prices. but he isn't really thinking about that and it kind of pisses him off.

he catches himself sighing, draping his arm along the back of the booth as he watches sunni. ]

I guess it doesn't. [ does it even matter where he's been himself? he's not sure. willing some of the new tension in his shoulders away, he pulls a face. ] You never sent me that list. You're gonna have to if you want me to take you somewhere nice.