Having returned from the bar, Myung took a seat beside Min-Soo, glass of whiskey in hand.
Myung: Hey, Min-Soo, why don’t you go get yourself something to drink? I’m sure it’ll make your singing even better!
Min-Soo: Really? You think so?!
Myung: No, but it might be entertaining to watch.
Tara: * sighs sadly *
Myung: What’s wrong with you?
Tara: I just miss Sunni! It’s too bad he couldn’t make it...
Myung: He’s been gone for a whole twelve minutes, Tara. Are we really that bad of company in comparison to Mr. Workaholic? You two remind me of my parents—so uptight all the time. I bet you even have a whole itinerary for us, huh?
Tara: * glances down at the paper in her lap * ...no.
Myung: Why don’t you try making some friends? Talk to some people? Your new best friend could be at any one of these tables!