Marcus sat at the bar nursing his drink sip by sip. He really didn’t feel like drinking but he also didn’t feel like mingling. This was not his crowd and he still didn’t know how he had gotten talked into attending.
All around him were men in suits and women in gowns. It was an informal gathering though most treated it as another business opportunity. There was no one here Marcus was close enough to chat with comfortably and he had nothing to sell so there was little reason for him to seek out the company of others.
He winced as the alcohol aggravated the cut on his lip. It brought back memories of the previous night, memories he wanted to bury…or drown. He hadn’t realized Connor got a few jabs in during his blind rage until he woke up the next morning with his face sore. Marcus still c
