Giving-In-RusCan

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