As Chad made it to the opulent rooftop, he immediately felt a swarm of eyes on him. Usually, he loved the attention, it was why he dressed so flashily, but having not been at a high-profile party or underworld event in some time, the scrutiny felt unnerving. Not only that, but not too long ago, quite a lot of powerful people had been after his life.
"I need a drink," Chad muttered, rushing over to one of the elaborate bars. At these events, it was always an open bar, so they could order as much as they liked.
'I shouldn't drink too much, though. I have an important job to do,' he reminded himself, trying to inject some professionalism into his panicked mind. 'I just need enough to settle my nerves.'
