He's in a three-piece suit and a rose gold wristwatch. He's buying rounds of Red-Headed Sluts for anyone in earshot. Here's the deal: If you're showing up at the bar the night before Turkey Day, you can't be that successful. He's just the assistant to somebody's assistant and his dad bought him that suit. Just like everyone else here. Only he's the one broadcasting it the loudest. Let him flash cash and talk shit all night long.

Whatever helps him get through the night...and the next day.