K Bar.
Lights flashing in a sea of red and green, the music blaring loud enough to cause deafness.
A young girl in high school uniform stands out at the edge of the dance floor, conspicuous in a corner.
A man perches at the table, pointing at a row of depth charges in front of him, yelling like a madman, "Whoever finishes first! The hundred grand on the table is yours!"
The young girl pours the liquor into her mouth, glass by glass.
With a baffling speed, she finishes twenty small cups of high-concentration alcohol. After finishing the last cup, she smashes it onto the ground and looks at the money on the table with a smirk, "Keep your promise, big brother!"
After she finishes speaking, she takes off her school uniform overcoat, reaches in and stuffs the money inside her blouse, and hugging a bundle of it, stumbles in the direction of the restroom.
Feeling so dizzy, she wants to vomit...
Eileen, holding the bundle of money, giggles foolishly as she struggles to walk forward, leaning against the wall.
"Hey!" The man who had his money taken, promptly follows Eileen, blocking her path with a sleazy smile.
"Little girl, you do understand what it means to take the money, right?"
"Hmm?" Eileen looks at the man in front of her, her eyes bleary and hazy.
With her tipsy appearance, she seems cute, innocent, yet charming, like an angel who has descended to earth.
She then points at the man's lower body, with an innocent smile, "Do you need to use the restroom?"
The man thought that by Eileen's suggestion, they were heading to the restroom for something else.
Her eyes lit up, "I didn't realize you know how to have fun!"
Eileen remained silent, holding the man's hand as they walked towards the hallway leading to the restroom. They stopped in front of the sink.
"I can't hold it in..." Eileen murmured quietly.
After a moment of thought, before venturing into the restroom, she turned around, grabbed the half-open collar of the man's shirt, bowed her head, and emitted a retch sound. The contents of her stomach spilled entirely into the man's shirt.
"Ah, that's better!" sighed Eileen, feeling a lot lighter.
The man was stunned, not expecting Eileen to act this way.
He was speechless and dumbfounded for a few seconds, before clutching at Eileen's neck, "How dare you play me like this, you know who I am..."
Halfway through his rant, he was suddenly thrown to the ground by a surging force.
The moment the man crashed to the ground, he noticed a eerie silence around him.
"Hmm? Use my skirt if you want to puke." Eileen continued smiling innocently, lifting her skirt hem towards the man on the ground.
The man, however, was looking at the stunningly handsome figure standing in front of Eileen, dazed.
If he wasn't mistaken, the man standing before them...
"Scram."
Just a single light word from the stranger was enough to terrify the man into a panic. He didn't even try to get up, instead he hobbled and ran away as fast as he could.
Eileen, who was still quite confused about the situation, pulled at her skirt curiously as she observed the fleeing man.
Philip caught the hem of her skirt, taking off his own suit jacket in passing. He draped it over Eileen, looked downward at her, almost unable to stand from her drunken state. With a deep voice, he said "Let's go home."
Eileen swayed as she waved her hand dismissively, “Not going home, there's a big bad wolf there... nowhere to call home...”
After speaking, she turned around and started walking toward the entrance of the bar.
She had only walked a few steps when she discovered a group of bodyguards in suits blocking her way, refusing to let her pass.
She then squinted her innocent, round almond eyes, smiling like a crescent moon. She acted cute to a bodyguard in front of her and extended her right index finger, carefully poking his face, "Big Brother, you're so cute!"
Before she could poke a second time, she felt sudden dizziness.
By the time she responded, she was already carried over Philip's shoulder.