The music is not that loud, in fact it’s at the perfect volume to be enjoyable. Most of the important guests are talking privately and the young ones are hanging out in groups or fücking some girl or guy in the rooms. The constant gunshots stopped half an hour ago and around me are only my best friends. And although I usually love to be here relaxing with them and having fun, today I'm really bored. And my head is throbbing.
"What's wrong with you, Jude?" Ronnie asks when he notices my condition. I’m bringing the whole mood down.
"My head is killing me," I complain, pulling myself back, careful not to spill whatever it is I’m drinking right now. I thought it was whiskey when I grabbed it off the tray, but it tastes stronger and I don't feel like guessing right now, I just want to be dru
