Friendly stalker

AT THE CLUB.

Torillio was sitting at the VIP table, rolling his cigar and drinking liquor, while the cool music serenaded the place.

"Do you want anything, sir?" the waiter asked him.

"No, I am waiting for an old friend; lead him here when he comes," Torillio commanded. "Sir, there is a man who’s been waiting for you; should I call him up?" The waiter asked carefully, fearing for his life.

"Which man? How does he look like?" Torillio asked. "Bring him here; I have no appointment with anyone else but him," he replied aptly. The waiter rushed out to get the man. He was in a blue tuxedo, and he wore an eye patch.

"Oh... my old fiend, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting; I didn’t know you'd arrived." Torillio stood up and shook hands with him. "Sit, why do you want to see me?" Torillio asked.

"I am done playing the loyal fool; I have served him and his family for years, and he still treats me like thrash."

"Like Thrash, you mean like a bastard?" Torillio asked with a dark smir
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