Although Felipe was dressed to the nines and feeling like a million bucks, it didn’t change the fact that fuck off seemed to be written in bright red letters across his forehead. It was about 11:00 PM when he walked out of the club. There was still an hour left before meeting the rest of the clan for the ball drop but in the meantime, the loud music just wasn’t doing it for him. Everyone was happy and excited to ring in the New Year and maybe to get a shot at doing things differently but as far as Felipe was concerned, nothing would change. This brand new year would most likely bring its fair share of daily grind, partying, one night stands and delusions. Just like the past one. As much as Felipe hated to admit it, it was becoming increasingly obvious that he needed more but didn’t seem to have much luck in that department. His latest attempts had both been nipped in the bud and frankly, it was far from encouraging. And don’t even get him started on finding out what his secret crush did for a living.
He slipped his hands in his pockets as he waited for the valet to come back with his car. He would come back after the ball drop. Having a certain amount of alcohol in his system would help him loosen up and if he was lucky, he would get some action between the sheets and forget about loneliness for a few hours.




















