If You Will Have Me
Mohawk Guy was the first to pick up the small porcelain ceramic cup that was placed before him. He took it off the saucer and took a sip of the brimming, amber liquid inside.
"Susususu!"
Mohawk Guy removed the cup from his mouth immediately and smacked his lips while fanning them with his hands at the same time.
"It's hot. Sususu! Fucking hot!"
Everybody started to laugh at him, triggering his insecurity and making him feel embarrassed and defensive.
"What are you all laughing at!" he bawled at the group.
"You poor thing," one of them said to the Mohawk Guy before lifting his own cup.
He looked around and smiled. "At least I know this one."
Everybody burst out laughing again. After all, they were no different from savages and knew no basic etiquette but that was a joke that only one of them could tell another.
"Of course it's hot. That's why you're supposed to blow over the tea before drinking, you fool."