"As long as you can make achievements for the family that no one can ignore, you might just be the next Family Head!"
These people started flattering him again, just as they did every day, making Duover happy so that he would keep them around.
Money, leisure.
A glass of alcohol was swallowed, stimulating excitement that made everyone forget their sorrows. They drank glass after glass, spouting unrealistic nonsense that they would probably forget in a while, passing the time among laughter and joyful voices.
But they felt this was life.
By midnight, a group of them were so drunk they could barely walk straight as they stumbled outside.
Duover scratched his crotch, "I need to take a piss."
He shoved away the people trying to support him, mumbling "I don't need your help" before stumbling into the bathroom alone. He struggled to find a spot, then unzipped his pants.
As he shivered and prepared to leave, someone stopped him.
