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	✔ Cʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs/AU ✔ Aᴄᴛɪᴏɴsᴘᴀᴍ ✔ Pʀᴏsᴇ	✔ Pɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs ✔ Oᴛʜᴇʀᴡᴏʀᴅʟʏ ✔ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs	♥ F/M, F/F ⏰ Rɪꜰᴛᴠᴇʀsᴇ OC, Sʜᴀᴘᴇsʜɪꜰᴛᴇʀ

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[nelipot]

There are three keys to sneaking into a club and getting served alcohol when you are definitely, definitely underage:

1) A fan-freaking-tastic fake ID (thank you, Alexander).
2) A perpetual hissy fit of "God, why does everyone always think I'm a teenager?"
3) ... A low cut top, short skirt, and insanely high heels. Some stereotypes never go out of style, and men will always be men.

It's a technique that Hana perfected ages ago, not because she wanted to get particularly wasted, but mostly because she wanted to dance. Then she realized that dancing could be a lot more fun if you were a liiiiiittle buzzed (but not too much). All the same, she's much more interested in the thump-thump-thump of the bass, and the warm press of the people around her, and it isn't until the third (or is it fourth?) song hits her that she realizes she lost Miri.

Damnit.

She extracts herself from the guy who's currently trying to grind up against her - no thank you, sir - foisting him off on the blond who was next to her before weaving through the crowd to one of the rare empty pockets on the dance floor. She steps back, pushing up on her toes to try and see over the crowds, before fishing her phone out of her bra and sending off a quick text.

Where are you?

[moonwitch]

I'm arguing with the DJ.

This is, most likely, not at all surprising.

In Mireya Guevara's defense, she feels personally victimized by the song choice from only moments ago, to the point where she had to say something. It is her duty as a partygoer to speak on the behalf of the downtrodden. The DJ apparently has a predilection toward that artist, as he's playing another one of their songs and Miri is not here for that, okay. She came here to have a good time and now she's feeling attacked.

And so, if Hana is to go to the platform where the DJ looks mildly concerned, she will find that Mireya is explaining in great detail what she would do to said artist if they were standing right before her.

It involves using a melon ball scoop to yank out their eyeballs and feed them to vicious hyenas.

She's a very charming young woman.

[nelipot]

This is probably where Hana would say something along the lines of "Lord, give me strength" if, you know, she actually believed in Jesus. (The Kims are Buddhists.) All the same, she may say it anyway because when Miri gets into it with someone about something, there's nothing wrong with borrowing from other religions. Honestly, you need all the help you can get.

All the same, she steels herself for the worst and makes her way through the crowd. She loves her best friend. She really does. She doesn't exactly know how Miri came to be her best friend, but she adores her. However, there are moments where she wonders if she should really be let out in public.

Like when she's threatening famous people with feeding their eyeballs to hyenas.

She flashes the DJ a bright smile as she makes her way up and puts her hands on Miri's shoulders gently. "Oh-kay, I think you need some air."

[moonwitch]

To add insult to injury, the DJ attempts to smooth things over by suggesting Maroon 5 instead.

Maroon 5.

"Do I look like I go to bed every night kissing an Adam Levine poster?" Miri asks, the scowl firmly planted on her face. There is, however, only one person that is able to put their hands on Miri's shoulders and steer her away successfully, and that person is Hana. She all but hisses at the DJ as she is led away.

"Can you believe the nerve of that guy?"

Yes, Miri. The nerve of him. As though you haven't totally gotten Payphone stuck in your head sometimes.

[nelipot]

"Oh yeah."

Hana nods in commiseration as though she knows exactly what Miri is talking about. Spoiler: she does not. It's not like you can hear anything enough to discern offensive lyrics in there anyway. Besides, Maroon 5 is usually a pretty safe point.

"Adam Levine and all those tattoos. Who would ever find that attractive."

That's sarcasm. She would climb Adam Levine like a tree.