As grateful as Brett was to have the opportunity to be at the party, he was also shitting bricks. Being relatively new to town meant a ton of people he had yet to meet, a lot of whom he admired profoundly. So when the young man saw an opportunity to go grab a drink, he did so, although he was not usually a heavy drinker. As soon as he doused back a few tequila shots, he turned away from the bar, and first thing he manages to do was knock into someone. âJust my fucking luck.â he muttered under his breath. âAre you alright? Sorry for that just now.â he said, not looking at the person yet, just looking around to see if someone caught the uncomfortable situation.