#2022awards

Judging by the looks he got, apparently not...

“You know, when you’ve had luck like mine, what works works. Though I will say, probably could’ve avoided this one if the Russians hadn’t killed my first fiancée. Or I hadn’t found out my second one was sucking the head of the Vorshevsky Mob’s dick.” Laurent didn’t much feel like specifying that’d happened before Mila when he shot an apologetic smile her way. Ambiguous was best. “Not really sure I’m allowed to say that, either. Alleged head of the mob? Yeah let’s go with ‘alleged.’ Please don’t sue me for defamation. Though I guess the other person who’s sucking your dick might be able to sort that one out for you, man.”

“Also fuck you all again. Thank you.”

“Dating a Berkeley can surely catapult someone from being a help to a hostress, but who did the resident have to sleep with to earn the honours? One of the Rutherfords, perhaps?” An inspired remark, after noticing the hostesses for the evening, and being even less impressed by the caliber of the Award show.

“Three awards tonight,” Cecelia started as she placed a hand on Laurent’s shoulder once she was close enough to do so. “I’d congratulate you but admittedly, it feels wrong to do so given the categories you were voted for.”

“So,” Cecelia began as she approached Théo, “Either you’re secretly a cat with nine lives, or a number of people are practically wishing for your death.”

MOST MISSED FORMER RESIDENT. runners up:

Noa Halévy | 14

Roman Baranovsky | 10