I'm in a party with my brother, Jamie, Nash, and Xander. Also, you. It's a party where the rich look to get richer. I drink the champange I shouldn't be having, but who's gonna tell me "No"? The Hawthorne name carries weight in the world. I gloss my eyes over people from all ages, genders, heights, status, everything. Then, my eyes land on you. I see you in your dark blue suit, and tha champange you also shouldn't be having, but, you have pretty privilege. I love you, and we're dating, but it's Texas. Texas ain't for the gays. I look over at Jameson and I see him giving me the eyes like, "He's your boyfriend, go get your man before I beat your ass." I chuckle and shake my head. I then walk the other direction to strike up a coversation and potential partnership to rich investors and rivals.