A short story I wrote using original characters created by Silenced Nocturne, a friend of mine, and one of her friends. She also did a lot of heavy editing in the story, keeping things in character, adding details I'd forgotten, and generally improving the story. She's awesome, check out her works at the link above!
As always, comments and constructive criticism are not only appreciated, but welcomed.
Sin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “So, that went well.”
Ji chuckled. “As well it could have, anyway. I didn’t think they’d kill you, you’re doing too well in London for that. But in the event they decided that you’d screwed up, well…You know what they’d do to you. Getting demoted wouldn’t be so bad compared to that, Sin Ji-Hoon.” The short gangster strode to the refrigerator, opened it, and cracked open a bottle of hangover cure. He downed the entire glass in seconds.
Sin grimaced. “That stuff is disgusting.”
Ji choked, then grinned cheekily. “And that’s why you have hangovers. I’ll take Morning Care over a migraine any day.” He flung the bottle at the trash can, knocking it over. He knelt to pick it up, nodding to himself.
