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Chae Yeong Jin - Nia

Pfft. Those two never get old. Nia couldn't help but crack up a little at Lee's instant change of mood from 'genuinely pissed off' to 'lovestruck', just from one coincidental three-second glance down the hallway. Hey, it's funny when one side is so obvious. It was probably damn lucky for her that both culprits happened to be somewhere far enough not to notice that grin on her face; for the sake of either's sanity. But then again, that amusement didn't last for very long anyway. She was still crouched on the ground, although now without the Bieber and headphones around her neck, when the most bipolar dangerous morning-person slammed open his door; upon immediately turning into Godzilla (or the Hulk) and (in what she saw to be slow-motion) aimed a gigantic green foot at her set of beloved speakers. Which, like the stuff of nightmares, peacefully fell over; massively dented and certainly broken.

How he does that, I'll never know. In any case, Nia could only sigh and halfheartedly curse the Hulk as she stood; because, well, she knew she'd totally had it coming. But then again, having a Queen rage was something she honestly never wanted to see, even at the cost of the rare Sang Death Glare. Something that had sent a chill down her spine before, but now only gave bouts of profound guilt; simply because she was often the person who woke him up (although those dark circles made it all the more uncomfortable). Well, I obviously went over the line. Mental note to apologize later. With the morning job over and done with, Nia had nothing else but to shuffle along, clean up the remnants of her so very important mission, and don back on her hat (and some miscellaneous, small shoulder bag); which she had left for the headphones earlier. Because no image (yes, linked again) is complete without a hat.

So then, well, having been already fully-dressed before calling the others, she could do naught but stand outside; tossing her set of car keys up and down in boredom until Lee Yon showed up, then Sang (with another death glare). Which, of course, sparked another round of awkward and a genuine, sad expression; of some smaller form of regret. And, being the type unable to even keep a smidgen of a poker face, Nia subconsciously put her hands together (like a prayer), semi-ducked her head and shuffled over to the two guys; her usually bright smile now small, apologetic as she was. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Bieber was a bad idea. Promise I won't do that again, alright?" Here, she paused and let out a barely audible sigh; hands dropping to her sides. "And you know Queen would've raged if none of us woke up to show up."

With all that said and done, Nia took a quick glance down the hallway (approximately where Juliet was) before looking at her car keys in a kind of forlorn way. Oh well. Do what you gotta do. Then, she dangled the only security for her very precious BMW Convertible from a finger; about to offer something she'd never personally proposed before. (Although it's not like she refuses when anyone absolutely needs a ride, but getting one from her is rare.) Hey, it was expensive. And, with only two seats, I'd rather it be saved for a more intimate relationship. But, anyway, you probably get the point. "I'll give you guys a ride to call it even, 'kay?" Whether or not they cared for things like that, the pitch remained on the table.

Nevermind, of course, the fact that she could only take one passenger at a time. And there'd never be a way in hell when Nia would agree to someone else driving her car. Well, it didn't hurt to try. And they can always get a rain-check on it. It took one discriminate peek at the convenient clock on the wall to tell that, either way, Lee Yon and Sang didn't have much time to decide. Although Lee Yon would probably get a nice deal out of this either way. (Quality time with Juliet or one very sweet ride, yes?)