Chapter 20

Tristan

I raised my hand, signaling the bartender to pour me another glass of tequila.

The bartender heaved a sigh. “But sir, you seem like you've had enough,” he said, looking unsure.

I slammed my glass down and gave him a nasty look. “I’M GONNA PAY YOU DOUBLE. JUST SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND POUR ME ANOTHER ONE.”

A few people in the bar turned to look at me, and they began to gossip about me. This made me become so irritable. What the hell was wrong with them? Was this the first time they saw a drunken wolf?

So, I scoffed.

“Now, what? Get the hell out of here if you don’t want to see someone drunk. This is a bar, you dummies.”

They paused, unsure how to react to my bold actions. I leaned back in my seat, projecting confidence and superiority. What they thought of me didn’t matter much; they were like background characters in the story of my life.

The bartender glanced at me warily, but I dismissed his worry with a wave of my hand. His thoughts held little importance to me. After all, I am