Crazy Rich Vincent Victor

The Bills

Vincent felt someone tapping him and he slowly opened his eyes. Everywhere sounded empty like the party was over and it took some time for Vincent's eyes to get used to the light.

It was difficult but Vincent sat up on the floor where he had been asleep all night.

"Where am I?" Vincent asked as he held on to his forehead which was aching him like never before.

"Young man you have been asleep since last night's party with your friends." a man's voice answered.

"Friends? I don't have any friends." Vincent replied. He remembered only that they were playing dares and things got out of hand. He remembered the feeling of humiliation coursing through his body shame and insults followed him last night. Is that what this waiter sees as friendship?

"Those can never be my friends," Vincent added and got up, almost falling over in the process but getting back his stamina in the last second. He felt his head spinning like crazy and he vomited again.

"How can they all leave without me?" Vincent thought to himself, almost crying with the sadness he felt as he recalled what Melanie did and said that night.

"Thank you for waking me up," Vincent said to the waiter.

The waiter stepped away from Vincent and grimaced, now he recognised Vincent. "You going to clean that up or it's my job too?" the waiter asked, pissed off by the fact that Vincent puked again on the floor. He was the one who cleaned up the first one. He didn't need to go through that torture again.

"I'm sorry, I'll clean it up," Vincent replied and he fell to a seat but it got bragged from underneath him and his butt landed harshly on the floor.

A second waiter appeared beside the other one, laughing. He pulled Vincent back to his feet by the collar and Vincent's weak body followed the pull, "and what do you think you are doing?" he asked Vincent.

Vincent looked at him in confusion, "You haven't paid the bills and you think these seats are free to use? Pathetic." the waiter told Vincent who was utterly shocked to be talked to about bills.

The waiter removed his hand from Vincent's collar and Vincent moved away from him.

"Sorry, but I don't understand. What bills? I never..." Vincent suddenly breaks off his words, remembering the dare he took.

"So that dare... That dare was nothing but a trap for Dominic to bury me in a debt that wasn't mine?" Vincent thought.

"Dominic said you would pay for both the party and everything that involved it." the first waiter explained.

"What?! But I have no money with me. How am I supposed to..."

"How can you come to a club without money, kid? Are you nuts or something? Did you think everything was a charity event searching for donors?!" the second waiter yelled at Vincent.

"I'm sorry but I can't be the one to pay. I wasn't even the one who organised this dumb party and yet Dominic dropped everything on me after the deep humiliation he put me through last night. You, people, will have to call him, please. Even if I was to work for the money, such a bill would take me months to pay. Please call him and ask him for the payment." Vincent begged, his hands joined together in front of the waiters.

The first waiter rolled his eyes at Vincent's display and pleas.

"I told you guys didn't I?" a third waiter came in.

"You two act as if you were deaf, dumb and blind since last night and only your bodies were moving on their own and working for the party. This boy's classmates had made it known he doesn't have a dime in his name and yet you agreed to put the bills on a drunk sleeping boy." the third waiter added.

"It's none of your fucking business, Brad! Just stay out of this!" The second yelled at the third.

"The main problem to me now is that I have to listen to the rest of you guys argue while looking at this customer's vomit-killed clothes and the vomit-covered floor underneath him.

Vincent looked down and saw that he had walked into his vomit. He quickly moved out of it but it only made the first waiter more furious.

"Okay, that's it! You think I'm your servant or something!" the waiter said and brought out a mop and a bucket. He shoved it into Vincent's hand and pushed Vincent's head down.

"Clean it up now before make you chug on the vomit too!" the first waiter ordered while the other two laughed at the scene.

"I guess you will be working as one of us but for free till you pay off your debt with all your upcoming salary since that is the case. Poor loser." the second waiter told Vincent and extended a broom to Vincent.

"Poor boy. With the way his girlfriend was easily taken from him last night and felt no shame leaving him, I doubt he will even find a life partner that won't divorce him for the money he can't of her." the third waiter included and they all laughed once more.

The first waiter kicked Vincent's side with his shoe-covered foot and Vincent tried his best to bear the pain and not let a single tear down for those waiters. He felt his anger building and just wished he had the guts to beat Dominic down for every pain that Dominic had caused him.

"Well?!" the first waiter said, "hurry and clean it all up before I change my mind and make you do it with your bare hands!" he threatened.

"He will do no such thing." a man's voice was heard from a distance after Vincent was about to start cleaning.

Vincent and the three waiters faced the direction from which the voice came and there was a man who looked in his forty putting down the drink he was holding.

When the man got up, it was clear to everyone that he had it all judging by the classy suit he had on.

"Last I heard, what you are forcing him to do is the job of a waiter. And this man right here is no slave to waiters." the man said and extended his hand to Vincent.

Vincent was amazed at the man and the aura he carried around him. No one has ever genuinely stood up for him before.

Vincent took the man's hand and he was helped up to his feet once more.

"You should stay out of our business old man." the first waiter said.

"Exactly. It's your business. Why aren't you cleaning?" the man replied.

"Who are you to ask us questions or make any such decisions? Unless you want to pay his bills then I suggest you back off." the second waiter, rude as possible, replied to the stranger.

The man placed the suitcase he was holding on a nearby table and when he opened it, everyone's jaws dropped at the sight of its content.

The suitcase was filled with nothing else but money to the brim.

"This man must be very rich if he has the guts to carry that amount of money around like that in public. Either that or he is insane." Vincent thought.

The man reached into the suitcase and took out one thick bundle of cash. He tossed it to the rude waiter and replied, "That is two hundred thousand dollars. It should pay for everything from last night. You can keep the change."

The man left the club and Vincent remained awestruck standing there. It wasn't until the man reached his car that Vincent got his senses back and ran after him.

"Sir! Sir, please wait!" Vincent called out, still running to the man's car.

When the man heard Vincent's voice calling him, he sighed in relief as if he had planned for Vincent to follow him all along.