The Lords against DJ

DJ in Malia.

                                       DJ in Malia.

The welcome bell twinkled lightly around the calm environment of the inn, the door opened and an old man, slightly hunched, entered afterwards. The receptionist shot his head up at the arrival of the newcomer as he smiled his practised smile.

The old man, with multiple layers of clothes and a big black fabric-made bag, sauntered towards the reception desk set by the entrance door of the inn. He looked around with his large doe eyes that looked younger and full of dreams compared to the one an old man should have.

While the curious man looked around, the man at the reception scrutinised his new customer up and down. The old guy had a long white beard, a greyish moustache and cowboy boots contrasting his fifty layers of clothing. A dirty white satchel that hung at his side waist with brown strings and a metal-like mouth.

He looked fat but not unhealthy.

The receptionist noticed the large fabric bag, held by the man, was oozing with a bunch of artificial jewellery articles, neatly packed in clear plastic packets, and he deduced the old man as a merchant looking for business in Malia.

It wasn't uncommon to see merchants travelling to Malia with the purpose of enhancing their businesses. The town was known for many characteristics like fruitful trading opportunities and benefits, among other various traits.

That's what the old man must be seeking, probably.

Once the customer made a stop in front of the receptionist, he dropped the heavy bag on the ground with a thud and fixed his curious gaze on the other standing there ready to sputter his greetings.

At the count of three........two.....one....

"Welcome to Meadow Life Suites sir, how can I help you?" the front desk attendant sang like a usual routine, just like the new guest had guessed.

The old man rolled his eyes internally at the receptionist's typical lines.

He blew/scoffed through his lips, fanning away the hairy moustache as he leaned his elbow sideways on the marble counter, adjusting his posture in a more relaxed and leisurely manner, and yawned arrogantly as if to convey that he didn't care about the greetings.

The receptionist smiled nonetheless.

"A-A ro-room" the man mumbled lowly making the other guy lean down as well to listen to what the man was saying.

"of course. Can I get your name sir?" the receptionist asked, overly excited and widely grinning. The old man tried not to compliment the other's annoying expression by biting his tongue. It was best for him to avoid any conflicts at a place which is new to him.

"Al-Alberto" he answered briefly and the guy on the other side nodded. He started to note down something in the record book while the old man waited. After initial formalities and unnecessary registration in the suite's register, the reception boy stretched a rusty key and a small receipt of advance payment towards the old man.

"here you go, sir. Enjoy your stay" the receptionist said with another extra stretched smile and this time Alberto couldn't hold it in himself anymore.

"y-you lo-look like-like Gr-Grinch wh-when y-you sm-smile" he said pulling open the satchel tied at his waist and digging out a leather wallet overflowing with money.

"excuse me?" the receptionist raised a brow threateningly but soon his eyes widened at the sight of so much money barely held by the small wallet.

That man was wealthy