But I knew she was loyal when it came down to the wire. Her husband was calling her? It sounded like a lie, like she was trying to avoid us. She slipped passed us before we could stop her and tried to hail a cab. She came to us, shoving the receipts into her purse, and said her husband kept messaging her to come home. Mija had finally finished with the calculating. The black Benz disappeared around the corner. This is the one going to Gangwon Province, right?

We got to the Benz and dumped his body in there. Wangsha had allergies, and Oh’s body jumped every time he sneezed. The desert dust blowing in from China made the streetlamps shine yellow. Wangsha and I grabbed Oh and carried him out of the restaurant. The arrival notification came when Mija was busy figuring out how much who owed what. Not ten seconds later, he got assigned a Benz S-Class. What kind of taxi? A black cab, of course, in keeping with Oh’s high style. Did Oh say he lived in Gangnam? Instead, I input a certain restaurant in Hwacheon, Gangwon Province, as Oh’s destination. I put the money in my wallet and opened my cab-hailing app. Mija took out 30,000 won from her purse and gave it to me, telling me to hail a cab for Oh. We quickly emptied the remaining two soju bottles. Wangsha abhorred, above all else, people who could not hold their liquor. You’re right, this asshole is a fake fag! What fag keels over after a couple of shots? Wangsha, who had been drinking quietly, suddenly let out a drunken shout. Oh, still prostrate on the table, mumbled about how he had to get to the Environmental Film Festival.

Flecks of black hair-loss-concealer powder fell upon the empty sashimi dishes.Īt least I won in terms of hair and alcohol.

Park sang young author