FIFTY

LIAM

I walked into the bar, the smell of alcohol and sweat filling my nose.

The dimly lit room was packed with people, loud music blaring from the speakers. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I saw groups of people huddled around small tables, their faces glowing in the blue light of their phones.

I made my way to the bar, and almost immediately, a group of women approached me, their faces eager and excited. I could tell they were sizing me up, trying to determine if I was worth their time.

I ignored the women who were trying to catch my attention, and walked straight to the bartender. He looked at me, his eyes widened in surprise. I could tell he recognized my wealth, and he was eager to please. I sat down at the bar, and he slid a menu towards me. I looked at it briefly, but I knew what I wanted.

"I'll have a scotch, neat." I said, and he nodded, reaching for a bottle on the shelf behind him.

I could feel the eyes of the women who had approached me still on me, but I paid them