Whiskey
It's deep into the wee hours of the morning and you're still pretending to like whiskey. Seriously, none of the older men you're trying to impress are even paying attention to what you're drinking anymore. You spent the night being interrogated by guys about your thoughts on sports and finance because they suspect that you're solely trying to dazzle them. You somehow weasel your way through these conversations by shoehorning in information you clearly spend your time Googling not because you find this sh*t interesting, but you want to make yourself compelling enough to whatever guys are stringing you along at the moment. Your girlfriends have probably left by now, but you haven't even noticed because you are so hellbent on landing a financier. He's not really buying your shtick, but since you're the only one left at the bar and he's happy a girl half his age is actually interested in him despite his hairline and wedding ring tanline, he's about it.
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