Vincent Secret of the Drugs

The Invitation of Sin

 Vincent looks at the tall building before him, taking a glance back to the sheet of paper in his hands.

Hello old sport!

It's been a while, would you care to catch up in my office? I will be providing some fun and exciting surprises for our reunion! I can't tell you what they are, don't bring your phone, and don't tell anyone where you're going.

Thank you!

Albert Krueger

Krueger Corp. Dream Therapy Solutions

Xxx-xxx-xxxx

He ran his hand through his hair, sighing in dismay as he glanced to the sky, pondering his life choices. Victor gives Vincent a look of dubiety, before breaking the silence "You know what this bastard wants?"

"It's a surprise" Vincent says in a sarcastic voice before proceeding forwards, approaching the giant iron gate with 'Krueger' on it in cursive pink, slightly homo, letters.

"Finally," Albert cackles maniacally by himself, cracking his knuckles one by one. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. His door creaks open and he is interrupted by a clueless intern, "Hello Mr. Krueger, your visitors have arrived." She added, "Would you like me to bring them some fruit punch and crackers?"

"Yes, that would be very good, thank you miss intern" Albert says. She gives a small smile and sprints out the door. Albert starts laughing again to himself, "Yesss, they will LOVE these crackers, hahahahAHAHAHA". He is interrupted once more by a knock on his door, composing himself before he gives a signal to come in.

"Mr. Krueger, your guests are ready for your presence" The intern spoke once again. Albert wondered how she prepared everything so fast, but then recalled her sprinting out the door to make arrangements.

"Well! I must meat them then." As he began to walk towards the lobby, he cracked all of his toe knuckles, one by one, for good measure. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. He didn't have an extra toe, only an extra finger. Mama always said it made him stand out from the other boys in the schoolyard. He was proud of it, and always wore a ring there. Just like Beyonce said, "If you like it then you should put a ring on it." But enough name-dropping. Two guests were now sweating uncontrollably in the lobby out of sheer anxiety, burdened with the feeling of impending doom.

"Wanna, uh, play footsies while we wait?" Victor suggested.

Vincent was a little nervous at the implication of playing footsies. It was his first time, after all, and he couldn't maneuver his feet with the expertise that senior footsie-players could. These were big shoes to fill.

"Don't worry." Victor interrupted his train of thought. "I'll be gentle." He lightly tapped Vincent's foot with his own.

"Well wots all this then!" Albert did his best British accent. It was horrible.

"NOTHING." Both Victor and Vincent practically flew apart from each other, both blushing and shaking in shame of what they had done.

"Gosh," Albert said, "I'm a little jealous. You guys are always leaving me out of your bonding games. To be honest, I think it's kind of toxic." He gaslights them effectively, in the practiced style of a seasoned male manipulator.

Victor and Vincent look down in shame.

"Next time we will play footsies together.. The three of us.." Victor said.

"But be warned," Vincent smirked, "It may be sooner than you think.

Albert gestured to them in a grandiose behavior, leading them down the pink wallpapered halls to a set of doors. Vincent wondered to himself what they led to. But low and behold, Victor and VIncents eyes widened when the door opened to reveal a public bathroom.