Behind the cover of a vintage copy of Hot Rod Magazine, a photo spread tribute to a 1939 Indianapolis race, Mstislav was entirely off in his own world. His parents bickered constantly, and were currently going on about...ah, he had no idea. It was easier just to drift off between the glossy pages of the grandfathers of the classic cars he loved. Both his parents and his brothers fell into the background of his attention, Slav missing all the drama bickering between them.
The magazine was rare, hard to find, and pretty much porn for gearheads.
He only roused from his practically drooling over the sleek lines and gorgeous curves of a '39 racecar when his brothers all migrated away. A second later he rose and followed, closing the magazine as he went.
Getting through the buffet took more time than it should have, making Slav the last Jones boy to arrive at the chosen table. He had accidentally set down both his first plate and his glass somewhere along the way, when getting a different dish, and had forgotten to pick them back up. The teenager arrived at the table carefully holding both his second plate and his magazine (he was doing his best not to set it down).
It was only a moment later that he realized that he had not gotten a new drink.