The Threat ( Part 2)

Quickly before anyone could notice his presence, Zia and Marco approached Vincenzo. Zia stood in his front hoping to block him from the attention of others while Marco was by his side.

"What is this?" Vincenzo suspiciously asked. They both scrunched their face as the smell of alcohol in his breath hit them. He had definitely been drinking.

"Coming to get you out of here and into something nicer" Marco hurriedly explained. He looked around to see if anyone had noticed yet but everyone still seemed pretty occupied. 

It was the thing he loved the most about rich people. No matter how much they tried to deny it, they could never hide their self-absorption. Put them together in a room and you had the most silent but very present narcissistic competition.

"Why?" He asked his eyes half closed.

"There's no time for all this alright? So just come with me" Zia yanked his arms and dragged him through the back entrance.