Ki Eun lifted the champagne bottle to her mouth. She whispered to the American. She told him about her love for Rob Thomas of Matchbox 20. She said she liked his voice. The American nodded. He was close to falling. She let him touch her thigh. She enjoyed her power over him. She liked to drink champagne.
"I like champagne," she told him.
"Good," he said. "How much?"
"For what?"
The American pointed to the bulge in his pants.
"100,000," she smiled. "100."
"Too much," the American scoffed.
"Okay," she said. "Can you buy me another drink?"
"Another drink? You've had 3 already? I'm already a hundred in the hole! Why don't you make good?"
"100,000."
The American grabbed Ki Eun's hand and pulled her close to him. She let him slobber over her neck. She liked him. He was a sweet man. He just drank too much. "Goodbye, Mister," she said, and shoved hard against his shoulders. The American dangled on his heels for a moment before falling to the floor; his head banged twice and very hard.
"Is he dead?" Ji Hyun asked.
"Feel his stomach."
Ji Hyun knelt next to the American. She put her hand on his stomach. It moved ever so slightly. "He's alive."
"Yes," Ki Eun frowned. "Luckily."
Ki Eun let the others nurse him back to a sitting position. She was done for the night.
"Only for this," she reminded herself, and felt for the won in her purse. "Only for you."
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