4-3-2-fuckyou

Nicholas Braginski isn’t sure why he’d come to his brother’s fancy-ass over glorified party in the first place. After all, he’d refused to bring any of the girls he knew; most of them were countries, anyway, and he despised the lot of them. His (massive amount of) sisters had all fled to join in on the dancing and spinning about, leaving him with his thoughts and to watch from the outside. It all seemed so...shallow. Women strutting around, trying to get someone’s attention-men with their hands flying against waists and wine glasses, laughing and swinging about, already lost in a drunken haze-it disgusts him. His

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Booze and streamers, decorations and santa hats strewn haphazardly around the room, wrapping paper and food laying across every surface of the house, cookies crumbs, glitter, and all the normal signs of the aftermath of a Christmas party ground into the carpet. The beautiful house wasn’t trashed-Ivan, the host of the party mentioned earlier would’ve had the guests strung up on his laundry line by their toes if it was- but the front rooms were far from spotless. The remainders of the guests were currently on their knees, picking up little things off the floor that were big enough to be held, scrubbing spilled drink out of the carpe

Trod, trod, pick up this, pick up that, remember to vacuum in here it’s full of glitter, how’d she get cake on the ceiling, for goodness’ sake, why is her underwear on the stairs? Tony let out a huff, his arms already chock full of miscellaneous items of Paige’s-and he was about two rooms in from the door. Was it really that impossible to keep the place clean? He only left today to get some groceries, and the moment he came back, it was like a tornado hit the humble little house. He tromped up the stairs, stomping just enough to let Paige know he was irritated. She would probably end up stabbed for wrecking the place.