Flashback (110th Victor’s Ball)
@dale-winter
Chip’s arms felt like two blocks of cement as he reached up to pull a bottle of champagne off the bar shelf. The bubbly was doing nothing to help his nausea, but he assumed he was on the brink of shutting his brain down completely. He’d love it.
After popping the cork off, he turned to see someone else on the other side of the bar. “V-Victor pay isn’t wh-what it used to be,” he muttered before chugging some of the drink. This shit was supposed to be for celebrations? Took all he had not to throw it right back up. Fucking disgusting.
He took a few sips more and then looked at the other person under the squint of heavy lids. A sponsor. One who’d contributed to him. “R-Reall-lly, dude? M-Me over M-Marcia? Or Gr-Grace? Wh-Who sucked your cock th-that good to m-make th-that fucking choice?”
