Writing: The Smoothest Guy Ever

Drinking use to start on Thursday, and it would last until Monday night. This kind of schedule only leaves two days of sober fun during the week.
It was the start of the marathon in Jeju city. It was Thursday night, which also means flavored soju night. The drink of choice was cheap Korean beer that tasted terrible and soju with strawberry syrup in a clear glass jar. The game of choice was King’s Cup. This game can be deadly because the person who draws the last king from the deck has to drink a container of beer. I say container because the amount of beer you drink is determined not by a measureable amount; instead, it is determined by whoever drew the previous three kings. They can add as much beer to said container as they would like. Luckily, that night I drew the last king, which left me with a bad taste in my mouth and a mug full of beer.
Looking at this mug of beer with eyes of contempt, I began the arduous journey of drinking this monster. Half way through I realize that I’m too full to finish. The carbonation from previous exploits left my stomach bloated and me on the verge of gagging. If I did not finish this behemoth of a drink then I would be subjected to the criticism of the three peers that accompanied me that day. I was in a tragic dilemma. I could be criticized or throw up all my beer and dinner that I had already paid for in cash.
What I needed was a savior, like the Jesus Christ for the alcoholic that drinks on a Thursday night. To my benefit or detriment, Korea has a system of saving people from these kinds of precarious situations, which is called Black Knight or Black Nurse. If a person cannot finish his or her drink they can ask someone to finish the drink for them. If this person is a male, he asks for a Black nurse, and if this person is a female, she can ask for a Black Knight. In return the person who could not finish their drink has to do any favor the Black Knight or Nurse asks for. I believe that this is where the “Black” portion of the name comes from because the favor could be anything, and I mean anything.
I called for a Black Knight, and my friend was willing to drink the leftover beer in my glass. He finished the beer like it was water, and he was a travelling in the dessert for forty days without food or drink. Now, the time had come: the favor. It was simple. He said to go to a specific table and ask any guy for their phone number. It seemed easy enough, and it was. I went to a table and asked if anyone spoke English, and luckily one person did. I said, “Hi, I lost this game, and I need to get a person’s phone number. Is that ok?” He said the smoothest thing I had ever heard from a stranger. He said, “Ok, I understand. How about you give me your phone number, and I will call you. That way you have my phone number too.” It all worked out. At the end of the night, he said that it was nice to meet me. The best part was that he was not creepy because he did not call or text me like a creeper. He was the smoothest and coolest guy I had ever met.