Way to Ring in the New Year
WHO: Mr. Ion, Mr. Braginsky, Homicidal Witch, Hak Soo
WHEN: Jan 1
WHERE: Mr. Braginsky's House
WHAT: A dinner in honour of the first day of the year goes awry.
RATING: Uh. If you're bothered by incest, suicide jokes, or poison...?
Being seated between Mr. Braginsky and a Homicidal Witch was proving to be one of the worst experiences that Hak Soo had ever had in his short twenty-four years. This was not in the least bit because of the fact that said Homicidal Witch most likely had daggers up her sleeve, and would most likely use them if he so much as asked Mr. Braginsky to pass the salt. It also had nothing to do with the fact that he suspects that all of space and time and the cosmos itself was trying to make sure that everything would go wrong at this dinner. No, it was because he was sitting opposite to Mr. Ion, who Hak Soo now had to thank for his strangely gelled hair (and a bad run-in with a bottle of Nair-infused shampoo).
Hak Soo tried to smile and tugged on his bowtie nervously before staring down at his plate. He looked back up at Mr. Ion. Surely he must have poisoned his food, or added laxatives at the very least.
He stared at the piroshki.
He thought he'd be safer with the vodka.
WHEN: Jan 1
WHERE: Mr. Braginsky's House
WHAT: A dinner in honour of the first day of the year goes awry.
RATING: Uh. If you're bothered by incest, suicide jokes, or poison...?
Being seated between Mr. Braginsky and a Homicidal Witch was proving to be one of the worst experiences that Hak Soo had ever had in his short twenty-four years. This was not in the least bit because of the fact that said Homicidal Witch most likely had daggers up her sleeve, and would most likely use them if he so much as asked Mr. Braginsky to pass the salt. It also had nothing to do with the fact that he suspects that all of space and time and the cosmos itself was trying to make sure that everything would go wrong at this dinner. No, it was because he was sitting opposite to Mr. Ion, who Hak Soo now had to thank for his strangely gelled hair (and a bad run-in with a bottle of Nair-infused shampoo).
Hak Soo tried to smile and tugged on his bowtie nervously before staring down at his plate. He looked back up at Mr. Ion. Surely he must have poisoned his food, or added laxatives at the very least.
He stared at the piroshki.
He thought he'd be safer with the vodka.