(Holidailies #3.)

You know those social occasions where you’ve known everyone there a long time, the food is great, and the drink is plentiful, and you like all the people there, but there just, like, a frickin’ nuclear situation brewing with two of the parties present and you just have to exist on the sidelines and hope that you don’t get dragged into it and you just smile and nod and change subjects often when things get a bit tense and then you go home and keep drinking because you really, truly think that you may have just narrowly avoided witnessing a murder?

No, me neither.