There was only one way Carmen would ever dream of attending one of these events, and that was, of course, only if he was working at it. He was not a rich man, not when his only job was as a barista at some café. A majority of the buns probably had quadrupled whatever Carmen had; just some average joe like him wouldn't be here with an invite. Luckily, the work wasn’t all too bad, and the pay was good. Sure, drunk people could get annoying, especially when houn...