The alcohol had taken full effect now, and Harin and Mirae were well beyond tipsy. They'd migrated to the floor, leaning against each other with the coordination of two people whose boundaries had dissolved along with their inhibitions. The conversation, which had started relatively tame, had devolved into something more uninhibited, more revealing.
"You know what I'm saying?" Mirae was saying, her words slurring together, her hand gesturing wildly. "It's like—people think the entertainment industry is all glamour and perfect images, but behind the scenes? It's messy. People are messy."
"Tell me about it." Harin's head was lolling back against the sofa, her eyes half-closed. "I've seen things that would make your hair curl."
Mirae leaned in closer, her voice dropping to something meant to be confidential but was actually quite audible. "Like this thing with Han Seo-yeon—you know her, right? The rookie actress who's been getting all that attention lately?"
