when: 27 september 1924 where: the vincelli mansion - small side room who: @hankypannky
“light this for me, would you, darling?” hugo asks around the cigarette gripped between his lips. he’d do it himself if he had a third hand, if his - as of right now - right hand wasn’t occupied with washing clean the gash on his palm. a pilfered dress shirt from the mansion’s laundry, fetched by kitty, currently sits half-tattered to be a make shift bandage. whether or not they leave the party after this hardly matters to him, but splattering blood all over the place will beget more questions and he’d like to end their night without too much concern given to the baying hounds otherwise known as drunk vincelli foot soldiers.
he glances up at kitty’s reflection in the mirror before actually turning his head towards her. “my lighter’s in my pocket. along with a gift for you.”
