Selfish

He mindlessly wandered through Chelsea before getting a cab. Now, they didn't even want a password. First drink, second, third. Then he stopped counting.
As he was leaving, he saw Henry, walking to Mabel, smiling. What a hypocrite! He might be sweet and caring now but Victor knew better. Henry was a selfish asshole who only did what was good for him. He didn't care about anybody's feelings.
Victor wanted to cry. But men don't cry.
A handsome man sat down next to him, smiling, flirting, whispering. And Victor wished, for a second, that he could be selfish for once.