Parties. Guts hates parties. After awkwardly being ushered into this tiny room and given food, he immediately gets to work on ditching this terrible turn of events.
a. cake
"Here."
Do you want more cake? Whether you do or not, Guts will be practically shoving his piece into any outstretched hand within sight. He's not hungry for starters, and he is getting a headache from just smelling the frosting and donut glazing. Far, far too sweet for his palate. He'll eat almost anything to survive, but he's not eating this crap.
Well, at least the plate has a rare plastic fork still sticking out of it?
b. drinks
"This is cider...?"
Disappointment. He had a little sliver of hope that the tiny cups would have wine or at least some real cider. No luck for him. It's just bubbly, incredibly sugary fruit juice as far as his eye can see. He hates it. What's even the point of a party if he doesn't get to drink something a little stronger? Now he has to put up with the insufferable socializing without anything to take the edge off.
He is at the point where he will rudely walk out of a conversation before it even gets going. What does he think about unions? A grunt and a turn in the opposite direction. It really isn't personal. He's just Like That.
c. failing to escape
Guts is stuck in a little room with crappy pastries and no booze. He manages to hold out for exactly (10) minutes before he makes his way for the exit and gets held up by an employee about a foot shorter than he is.
He stands perfectly still as he gets an earful about having not even tried the cake! or giving the icebreakers a shot. Guts is doing an... okay job of keeping his annoyance in check as he steps closer.
no subject
a. cake
"Here."
Do you want more cake? Whether you do or not, Guts will be practically shoving his piece into any outstretched hand within sight. He's not hungry for starters, and he is getting a headache from just smelling the frosting and donut glazing. Far, far too sweet for his palate. He'll eat almost anything to survive, but he's not eating this crap.
Well, at least the plate has a rare plastic fork still sticking out of it?
b. drinks
"This is cider...?"
Disappointment. He had a little sliver of hope that the tiny cups would have wine or at least some real cider. No luck for him. It's just bubbly, incredibly sugary fruit juice as far as his eye can see. He hates it. What's even the point of a party if he doesn't get to drink something a little stronger? Now he has to put up with the insufferable socializing without anything to take the edge off.
He is at the point where he will rudely walk out of a conversation before it even gets going. What does he think about unions? A grunt and a turn in the opposite direction. It really isn't personal. He's just Like That.
c. failing to escape
Guts is stuck in a little room with crappy pastries and no booze. He manages to hold out for exactly (10) minutes before he makes his way for the exit and gets held up by an employee about a foot shorter than he is.
He stands perfectly still as he gets an earful about having not even tried the cake! or giving the icebreakers a shot. Guts is doing an... okay job of keeping his annoyance in check as he steps closer.
"Come on. Get out of the damn way."