Ethan
I grabbed my glass with the wiskey and threw down at least half of it and then sighed and shook my head.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror behind the bartender as the shouting of people filled the f*****g room.
Hypocrites.
They were all f*****g hypocrites. They did these charity galas, thinking of clearing their conscience even minimally when in reality they were just covered in s**t, no matter how many designer clothes they wore, s**t stormed them.
I turned around and put my elbows on the counter as I watched the pieces of s**t greet each other, laugh like idiots, exchange favors. My eyes wandered around the great room, illuminated thanks to the crystal chandeliers all around and the larger and central one of the ceiling that sent reflections on the floor.
I pretended to
