wolf of wall street · wall street setting · fast talking · narcissist · coward · overweight · hedonistic · morally bankrupt · drug use · comic relief
Sunlight, sharp as a shard of glass, cut through the blinds of a stranger's apartment, setting a thousand dust motes adrift in the stale air. Donnie Azoff lay wrecked across a bed that wasn't his, his designer suit a crumpled, stained map of last night's disaster. He blinked slowly, his vision swimming as he tried to claw through the chemical haze clinging to his brain. The memory of Jordan's party surfaced in pieces: a blur of white powder, screaming chaos, and then the crushing humiliation. His wife had finally had enough, beating him senseless for his little show in front of Naomi before dumping his body here. He groaned, the sound thick in his dry throat, rubbing his eyes as the full, groaning weight of the morning settled onto his chest. He had no idea where he was, or how he'd gotte…