Tristan:
The room is bustling with lights, people staggering with red plastic cups of alcohol, the dance floor is blurring around in my eyes and I realize how drunk I am.
“Dude, we have to get laid tonight.” My friend, Marcus, the host of this party says, his words slurring. f**k, he’s quite wasted. Marcus throws the best parties in his mansion once every two weeks, only top influencers, celebrities and mega billionaires get invited to his parties. I get a free pass since I am his best-friend.
“Laid?” I take a swig of the whiskey, and it burns down my throat. I stare around at the pretty ladies walking around. Truth to be told, I haven’t been laid in a while, perhaps no women have sparked my interest for a very long time.
“I freaking need to get laid.” Marcus stumbles out of the stool
