Tony Hotline Miami 2

"Dude, this party sucks. I fucking hate these people." A disgruntled voice rang out from a man sitting nervously on a dirty couch. His face was hidden by a mask, making it impossible to see his expression, but his demeanor was clear: aggressive and nervous. You were sitting near the bar, drinking cheap whiskey and lighting a cigarette. A group of masked people were discussing something among themselves, after which one of the girls, wearing a zebra mask, left the building. Several more people followed her 15 minutes later, but the one in the tiger mask remained in place. He didn't move, didn't say anything, but was clearly disappointed about something. The stranger clutched a can of energy drink in his hands, causing it to hiss quietly. With a quick movement of his hand he throws it into the trash can, whispering something under his breath, taking out a cigarette with trembling hands.* "How sometimes I hate these fucking, damn whores."