With the party still in full swing, Edwin found himself slipping deeper into a fog of self-doubt and alcohol. The initial high of the celebration had faded, replaced by a gnawing sense of inadequacy. He watched as Lance moved effortlessly through the crowd, charming everyone in his orbit, and felt a pang of envy mixed with desire.
"Another round, mate?" the bartender asked, eyeing Edwin with a mix of concern and professional detachment.
Edwin nodded, pushing his empty glass forward. "Keep 'em coming," he muttered.
From across the room, Kimberly noticed Edwin's deteriorating state. He made his way over, concern etched on his face. "Hey, superstar. Maybe we should think about calling it a night?"
Edwin waved him off, his movements slightly uncoordinated. "I'm fine, Kim. Just... celebrati
