Opening his penthouse door, Max greeted Damien with a hug. His cousin looked terrible and broken. He knew how it felt like since he was in the same situation years ago.
“Buddy,” Max said as he tapped Damien’s back, "Welcome."
“Buddy,” Damien sadly mumbled.
Breaking their embrace, the two went straight to Max’s bar. There, Damien saw all of his favorite drinks, ready and cold.
Smiling, “You are ready to hear my problems then,” Damien kidded,
“Of course. I need an update,” Max ribbed as he poured Damien his drink. Observing Damien, there he saw bruises on his face and lips, "What the f*ck happened?" he curiously asked.
Damien smiled, "Here's the story..." he started after sipping his whisky,
There, Damien stated everything that had happened yesterday
