“Wait,” Napoleon said as Mark raised his glass for the third time. “The third toast is for the fallen.”
“What?”
“The third toast is always for the fallen,” Napoleon repeated. “By Russian tradition. And the fourth is a wish that none of us might join them.” He was smiling but his eyes were deadly serious.
Mark could ask why an Englishman and an American drinking Italian wine in Honduras should follow Russian drinking traditions. But he wasn't going to.
“To the fallen, then. May they rest in peace.”
Besides. It was a good tradition. He must remember to tell April.
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Date: 2015-08-19 10:04 pm (UTC)But this is a nice drabble. Thanks.
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