So, yeah, last night I came home late from my classmate's 18th birthday(it's a girl, hence the debut) at around past 12am Saturday night(or depending on your opinion, Sunday morning). Originally I was just going to be one of the guests, so I arrive early, greet her parents and take a seat. Everything's fine, more people arrive, I chat with my old classmates when they arrive(apparently I was the first guest to arrive that night), everything's cool...then her mom approaches me and give me a card with "Rose #5" written on it. Apparently there weren't enough male family members and close family friends there so I, along with our other guy classmates, were automatically chosen to be part of the 18 Roses. I guess I was ok, until I read on the card that I'd have to dance with the débutante for an entire 5mins. I couldn't dance to save my life, let alone something as formal as in a debut. Luckily the dance was the Waltz, one of the only 2 dances I know, the other being the Tango. So aside from embarrassing myself in front of the audience(they may have thought it was amazing, but I, being the introverted kitsune that I am, was completely embarrassed), everything went well and without a hitch. I was wiped when I got home, but unfortunately, there was one more surprise waiting for me in bed...but hey, at least it's Sunday today, so I'll have all day to rest myself up. After all, pleasing people and keeping promises is hard work.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got an appointment with a shotgun and some melee-mouthed bastards...