rich guy

I was out at a fancy club with my rich cousins. It was one of the biggest clubs in the city and it was known for snuggling hookers and drugs everywhere, that’s why it was rich people’s favourite oven. I was laughing with my cousins Neil and Patrick. They were the epitome of rich dumb dickheads. They had a different girl every night because they had too much money to bear the thought of having just one. So we had our night out. It was a Saturday night, October. The warm air of the club was making me sweaty and I had one drink too much, but who cares. We had the cab driving us back to home sweet home without any fear of danger. My dad Michael Berlin was a huge lawyer in the city and our surname wasn’t really unknown.

Neil: “fuck, those drinks are just overpriced ice.” He complains putting the drink down and sighing.

I just look at him with a slight amused smile when suddenly my attention was drawn to Patrick coming towards us with his smug smile, three girls by his side. Patrick: “Wankers, here comes the night of your life.” He teases us playfully with his usual arrogant smile.