A Muffin a Day

Chapter Five, The Bill

Jay

I'd look at Archer, "Who are you calling?" He'd sigh, "Don't worry about it." He'd bring himself out of the hall. Probably to continue the call. I'd look at Lacey, frowning. "He's calling someone named Harrison in his contact list which is really reallyyyyy long by the way." I'd nod slowly, looking around the room. "I thought you would remember the last time this happened...I was fine last time...I literally don't need the doctor." She'd giggle, "I know...But I thought you might be happy with the fact that Archer got so quick on his feet and wanted to help you so bad!"  scoff. Help...Sure...He was the one who caused you to end up like that. "I would be so happy my 'boyfriend' took me to a hospital and doesn't want to pay the bill." I could hear Archer's loud voice boom from the hallway. "No no! It isn't necessary to come down here!" Then you could hear him groaning. He shoved his phone in his pocket when he came back inside the room. "Help is coming..." He'd groan. I'd stare, "Help? What do you mean by help?" He'd sigh, "The person who is going to help us either pay for this crap, or help us get out of it." I'd groan, "How many zeros could there have been on that paper?" He'd shake his head. "You don't want to know, trust me." Lacey would nod in agreement. "It was more than you can count, Jay....So...Above two." She'd joke. I'd sigh. This man...Is it really that necessary to bring in so many people for one bill? I'm sure there could be monthly payments to pay it off... Lacey would be on her phone, every once in a while showing you something on imidigraham. Archer was looking out the window, looking at the vehicles coming in and out. He jolted up at one vehicle, his knees on the couch. "For the long of god...don't bring that faggot in..." He'd beg. Lacey would look over. "Hey...Don't say that word." He'd nod. "Sorry sorry...Just worried." He continued to stare out the window. He'd sigh in relief. "Oh thank god...Just Harrison..." He'd back away from the window. I'd study him. "Who are you worried about..?" He'd shake his head. "Don't worry about it.." He'd plop down onto the couch, looking at his phone. I'd sigh, looking at the door. If he was worried about someone, I had every right to be worried. Who was going to come here anyway... A few minutes passed, and a knock on the door was audible. I looked over and saw a man in a suit, his hair parted and gloves on his hand. "Excuse me, I apologize for bothering you." He'd smile. He seemed nicer...than Archer at least. Archer would get up, "Milo! Come look at this shit." He'd sigh, rolling his eyes, "Language..." He'd take the paper studying it. A woman came in behind him. "Oh," Archer started. "I should have known you were here too. I felt the whole building shake, whale." I felt your eyes widen. The woman would roll her eyes, "Nice to see you too, Archer." I'd take off your shoe and throw it will full force at Archer's skull. "Do not talk to her like that!" I hissed. He groaned, holding his head and looking back at me pissed. "I'm going to kill you-" The Milo fellow would grab onto Archer's shoulder. "C'mon...You know better." He'd walk over and sit in a chair next to me. "Hello, Angel," He started. Angel? Did he just void the fact you tried to hurt Archer? "Can you tell me how you got hurt like this?" He'd ask with a smile on his face. I'd nod, "Archer knocked me back and kinda paralyzed me for a bit." He'd nod slowly. "Ms. Angela, can you hand me the calculator?" She'd nod, going in her bag. Archer would stare at Milo, "I thought you were Jewish...Jews are great at Math." I'd proceed to throw your other shoe at him. He'd groan in pain looking at you, "It's the whole bed next!" I'd threaten. Lacey would walk over and pick up my shoes, setting them at my bedside. Allowing me to have more ammo. Milo would look at the calculator, doing math. "We can take out four hundred dollars for every paycheck you have to pay this off." Archer would look at him, mad. "What do you mean of my pay!?" Milo would sigh, "You injured this nice person, I believe you deserve to pay compensation." Archer would shake his head, "Nice!? They're throwing shit at me! Plus they aren't even injured!" Milo would shrug, "They're in the bed, aren't they? If it wasn't bad of an injury, why would they be in a hospital bed?" Archer would shake his head, "They're a lazy son of a bitch that's why." I'd grab your shoe, throwing it at Archer again. "Quit fucking doing that!" He'd yell. Lacey would grab my shoe again, Archer taking it from her. "And quit giving them it! You're both literal children!" Lacey would narrow her eyes. "Wouldn't that make you a pedophile?" Milo would nod, "It would...Besides, I believe you're on the same level of idiocy." Archer would roll his eyes. "For a smart man, you sure use a lot of words that don't exist." Milo would blink, "That word exists, Archer."  Lacey would nod, "Be nice to your partner!" She'd tell Archer. Milo would look at me, then Archer, narrowing his eyes. "Anyway...If you were to make it up to this kind person in any way or form, I would pay the thing myself...With your employee card at least." Archer would groan, looking at me. "Would food fix this shit?" I'd smile, nodding. He'd groan, "Of course it would...What restaurant?" Lacey would smile, whispering an expensive restaurant name in my ears. I'd chuckle, "Isn't that a bit too much?" She'd shrug, "But wingssss~" I'd smile, shrugging. "I want you to take everyone in this room to Pusser."