Sep 30, 2014
"Yes, yes. I'm sure my ass was thoroughly kicked."
"Yes, I'm sure 'psycho-quiet chick' totally made me look like a wuss. Good for her. Kindly fuck off." The other projects continued to laugh as Forrest moved away from them into the throng of people he didn't recognize that marked the end of an event he couldn't remember. All he knew was it left him with a headache from hell that still hadn't fully dissipated. With a grimace, he downed a glass of champagne looking around. "You know, hob-knobbing with the elite would mean more if I knew who the fuck they were."
