The Ball

Hao Xuan loosened the shirt's collar that was starting to dig into his skin. He had on a black suit which along with his long hair and incensed expression, made him look quite intimidating. but with the little white furball in his front jacket's pocket poking its head out, he looked a bit comical.

Hao Xuan took a puff of the cigarette and looked at Henrik. With an annoyed tone that was all too common these days, he asked, "How long till we get there?"

"Not long, only 20 more minutes," Henrik replied after emptying an entire glass of some kind of alcoholic beverage. Hao Xuan could smell the alcohol sitting across from him, its somewhat sweet scent was quite intoxicating.

"Good. The sooner we get this over with the better," Hao Xuan replied while flicking the cigarette butt out of the window.