My Sassy Girl Page #2

Hey, wanna die?

Drink coffee.

Two coffees.

You pay for it.

Tell me.

What happened last night?

Well, it's...

You were drunk, so...

Don't stumble, and speak clearly!

You see.

You were drunk and staggering

at the subway station.

I saved you from the train.

I thought maybe

this girl was a snake.

Pretending to be

drunk and vomiting

to use the guy in

a state of confusion.

- So I called you honey?

- That's right.

I kind of remember that.

You showered to wash

off vomit and sweat,

and the police came?

That's right.

Would you believe that, too?

To a girl like this, you need

to show her who's the boss.

So I did that, right?

Yes.

- Sorry, it's late.

- Yeah...

When she's not drunk,

she's just my type.

You look prettier and

livelier than yesterday.

Are you mocking me?

No, I'm not.

Then are you hitting on me?

I don't wanna date you.

We're not destined for each other.

Throw the trash away.

Damn it.

I think she's a heavy drinker.

You order.

Kimchi soup and soju, please.

Eat golbangee.

Then you should order.

Stop pouting!

Golbangee, please.

Let's go somewhere fun later.

I know what that means.

You kids are prostituting, huh?

Why'd you order golbangee?

Eat something else!

What's it to you?

Mind your own business.

We're just having a drink

with some friends.

What's wrong?

You take friends to a motel?

How old are you kids?

Old enough to drink.

Mind your own business.

Think I'm doing this

cause you're drinking?

Show me your ID.

You, too.

What's with you?

Show it, now.

This sucks.

She's a vicious chick.

No mater how pretty she is,

I'm too embarrassed

to be with her.

Who are you to butt

in other people's business?

- Don't you have a daughter?

- I don't.

Bear me one.

Who the hell do you think you are?

- How dare you?

- Come on, let's fight!

- Come on!

- I'll show you.

Don't live like that!

Catch the girls.

Have a drink and calm down.

Seeing a girl cry

makes me sad for some reason.

She's more attractive

the closer I look at her.

Did you blow your nose on this?

No.

Please stop crying.

Also...

The handkerchief is mine.

To be honest,

I broke up with my

boyfriend yesterday.

Excuse me.

Wake up.

Come on, wake up.

Your fiancee's wasted again?

What now?

Sign you in like before, right?

Yes.

But mister, have any

medicine for alcohol?

No, you buy it.

Where did you go, Honey?

What! What is it?

I saw her lips.

Her white neck.

And...

I saw her breast, too.

While watching her

sleep like a baby,

it may be forward,

but this occurred to me.

I want to heal her sorrow.

Give me some water.

Hey.

Why am I here?

You see.

I'm sorry,

but I saw your ID,

and you're twenty-four.

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