Gemotions

The cheap beer tasted metallic, reflecting the bitter taste in David’s mouth. Across the table, Liam was laughing, regaling the bar with a story about a recent “big win” at his company. David knew the truth, and hearing him spin the yarn tightened his jaw. He had found out the "company" was nothing more than a front for an MLM scheme.

He’d always respected Liam, admired his confidence. Now, the mask had slipped, revealing a desperate attempt to appear something he wasn't. David found himself wanting to disappear, to vanish into the shadows and avoid the inevitable confrontation.

He lifted the beer to his lips, but the metallic taste was too much. He set it back down, untouched.