2: Party All the Time
Another Saturday night. It started out with Randy inviting a few of his Army buddies to his emancipation party. They had been awestruck by the vast space, the magnicent view of the New York Skyline and the high society of the private harbor they were docked in. Soon they started bringing their own friends and dates and their dates' friends and another party was in full swing, with a houseful of people that he didn't know.
He was never lacking in companionship. He was pointed out as the owner of the property and girls estimating the extent of his financial assets would flatter him and try to get him into bed. And it didn't hurt that he was good-looking as well. People thought he was prettier than some of the girls. With his wealth, youth, and air of wholesomeness and naivete he seemed out of place and people were trying to determine how that could be used for their own personal advantage.
From his vantage point, Randy observed the unfolding events with a mixture of indifference and cynicism. He really didn't care. Not of the parasites feeding off of him, or the simpering self-seekers.
He could hear the whispers behind his back.
"How does someone so young have all that money? Is he a trust fund kid?"
"His parents were European art dealers."
"Didn't you hear his parents were drug runners..."
"We all know that career is VERY lucrative. Ha ha."
"...You couldn't recognize the bodies."
A group of men were gambling on the upper deck and a fight broke out. The sound of someone falling overboard brought the house guests careening to one side of the boat. They jeered at the ludicrous appearance of the poor unfortunate sap and the person Randy had hired to keep an eye out for just such an incidence was hauling the dripping man out with a pulley.
The harbor patrol was approaching the boat. Its flashing light seemed to set off a panic button in some of the guests as they quickly left the scene. That was becoming more of a common occurance as he had started to receive complaints from the other tenants.
Hey. He was surrounded by people just wanting to have fun. So what if most of the guests were drunk or having orgies in the bedrooms.
He was no longer alone.
In the early morning light, the last of the guests staggered out after the entertainment and refreshments gave out after congratulating their host on a another successful soiree. Whether to go home to their significant other or to find another party to crash they certainly weren't going to be recruited to clean up the place.
Randy started his appraisal. Restock liquor cabinet, that was a gimme. Replace Ming vase that had been knocked over. Replace Davinci sketch that had been taken off the wall. Order 2 dozen martini glasses, 1 dozen shot glasses, and 1 dozen wine glasses.
The cleaning service will steam clean the carpet to get the stains out and the ground-in shards of glass. The laundry service will gather up all the linen and replace the covers protecting the mattresses.
The decks will be swabbed down by by a crew recommended by a member of the club who gets a cut.
'At this rate I'll have to sell the art and replace it with flea market finds. Not that anyone could tell the difference. Won't they be surprised next time they try to pawn something?"
He laughed at his own joke.
He opened the secret hutch where he kept his personal supplies, he then unlocked his room and remembered to lock it behind him before he proceeded to drink until he passed out.
TBC.