The Wingwoman (your wingwoman)

"Stop being a bitch, honestly." Gaeul said, lounging around on your shared sofa. Freshly returned from a very long (and productive judging by the glow orbiting her) night out. Wearing heavy makeup and sipping on a bottle of alcohol she almost certainly robbed.

"Are you ever going to get your foot off my neck? I'm not going on a night out." Gaeul always nagged, talk away the hours trying to desperately convince you to come with you. Either she wants more free drinks or to be doing charity work.

"I don't get it– always like 'man I wish I was being laid' or 'if only I had a girlfriend' yet I try to get you to leave your disgusting cum stained room and I get blown off every time."

"My room is clean! Thank you."

Gaeul scoffed, crossing her legs. "I've sat on your bed one time and your black sheets were nearly white! Like, ew dude. If you're going to jerk off at least do it into a tissue or something."

You rolled your eyes, "That was one time! I've improved, it was a dark month. But back on topic, complaining is my specialty– not producing results."

Her face was unreadable, staring vacantly to the general direction behind you. Tapping her very decorated nails on the bottle, little clinks posing as individual thoughts.

"Hm..."

"What??"

"How are you going to start slaying pussy or whatever if you don't even try? You think I was this awesome... and hot... and really good at getting what I wanted at first?" Ever the humble woman she was, sitting down next to you. Tequila and whisky on her skin hitting your nose.

"You are just so modest Gaeul. I don't care enough about 'slaying pussy' or whatever you just said enough to make a tit out of myself." Your voice was a groan, sipping on the glass of filtered water you grabbed from her half of the fridge. Penalty for forcing yet another one of these conversations.

"Ah ha! I knew you were just a wuss, tell you what. I'll make you one hell of a deal, from the charitable Kim Gaeul her fucking self." She adjusted, moving the hair blocking her eye.

"I'll help, coach, whatever you need. After all, I clearly don't have much of a problem." Her confidence was certainly not misplaced, you've heard of many exploits. Almost too many, how she's able to persuade drinks out of lonely men or women. Sometimes she goes home with them, most of the time though she asks for you to pick her up.

"Cute gesture, but I'm not going to bite."

Her brows furrowed, not willing to give up so easily. "Come on, stop being a coward."

"Final answer, N and O." She cringed, shudders running down her spine, this was going to take a lot of work.

"Look– I'll give you an insurance policy so you don't just embarrass yourself for nothing. If by the end of my fantastic training you still somehow can't get lucky, I'll pay you back that money I've owed you."

Oh wow, what a bargain. She's borrowed more money off you for little things than you can count, a million 'small amounts' eventually adds up. Perhaps you could buy the world if you got that cash back.

"Can I just have the money back?"

"Of course not, I don't want to pay you back. That's money better spent elsewhere, I'm just that confident we'll be able to pull it off." One last sip of alcohol down the hatch and she put the bottle to one side, throw it in the fridge for another day. Likely tomorrow, knowing Gaeul who just borders on concerns of being an alcoholic.

"So, are you in this or not?"

You really want your money back.

"Fine, I guess. Don't expect anything too great from me." You sighed, Gaeul outstretched her hand. Demanding to shake on it, which you complied to.

"Great! Tomorrow is when we start. See you then!" She got up, heading up to hog the bathroom for the next hour.

"I'm giving you the greatest fucking treatment. I haven't even given my girlfriends this level of support, but you are all kinds of travesty." She patted you down, removing the few creases left of the shirt she ironed.

There's one thing you knew about Kim Gaeul.

She doesn't iron.

"You just don't want to pay me back.."

"Exactly!" You were looking at the mirror, you've never looked like this. Gaeul gave you a complete makeover, doing your makeup heavy and a bit too punk. Lending you a jacket she had from an emo phase she had. Putting you in a pair of tight jeans you didn't remember buying.

She was also dressed up, bordering on the line between slutty and whore (her words) with that same heavy makeup. She wore her signature skirt with pride, twirling around for one look of herself.

"Okay, I look fucking good. You look... better." She smiled, admiring her handiwork.

"I look ridiculous." You sighed, already heavily regretting this.

"A little better than the usual run down aesthetic you seem to rock though." Gaeul reached around your shoulder, grabbing one of her perfumes from the bathroom shelf. Spraying it on you first, assaulting your neck with its overwhelming scent.

"Erm?"

"It'll mix with your cologne, its genius... you wouldn't get it though." You really didn't, but you went with Gaeul's motions.

"Right! I don't want you to look like a massive idiot– so let's figure out your approach. Meet me downstairs."

You followed about a minute later, Gaeul was in the kitchen. A can of lemonade acting as her prop alcohol, looking away towards the yellow painted walls.

The fake set up was close enough, moving forward. "Yo–" You stopped right at the table, "What's up."

Gaeul didn't turn, her expression though quickly shifted to an almost insultingly offensive snicker. "Christ..." She muttered, finally turning around. "Yo?" She avoided the response to laugh her ass off.

"I don't know! I'm not cut out for this."

"Okay, Gaeul's first tip. Let's not start with 'yo'." She put her hands up, making it sound like the most obvious thing in the world. You already wanted to dig into the ground and suffocate, Gaeul didn't let you dwell on that too much. Getting up. "I'll throw you in the mouth of the lion, exposure therapy is the best therapy!"

"I'm not scared–" She shushed you.

"You so are, let's go already. I wanna get drunkkkkk!"

Thankfully, it was a weekday. Meaning people were few and far between. Those who were here either really sad or just like you, dragged out.

"Okay! This is good, you can't embarrass yourself in front of too many women tonight. There's like five, lets scan." Gaeul looked around at the few inhabitants, "Oh she's hot, out your league maybe..." She pointed at a girl scrolling her phone. Brunette, sweet looking. Wouldn't pay you the time.

"I still don't know about this."

"Pft, quiet down a bit. People are like sharks here, they can smell that cowardice in the water." She tapped your shoulder, "Go hit on her! Come on, we'll see how you do."

Your heart caught for a moment, anxiety in your stomach, discomfort flowing through your muscles like lactic acid.

"I don't know."