Gillaume Men #01: Ranzar Craestok

CHAPTER 2: Ranzar Craestok

~ Ranzar Craestok ~

"Robert Clayton, the renowned California real estate mogul confirmed dead last Saturday—"

"Stop reading that tabloid out loud will you, Vanderson? or I will kick you out of my house right this instant", I threatened him, fully irritatedly. Sensing the seriousness of my threat, he tossed the copy of the tabloid to the side.

My morning would've been fine but it was disturbed by someone named Pierce Vanderson. The Danish import basketball player of California Blue Wings, and who I would consider as my friend. 

And he came all the way here just to read a page about the death of that senile man from the California Chronicles, as if I didn't have any idea that that old senile is already dead— and should have been rotting.

Well, good riddance.

"Woah, calm down Raz, I was just reading what they said about your dad", he said and smiled slyly.

I glared at him once again. This man just don't know how to read a mood.

"Okay okay, I get it. I disturbed you through your whole day's nap and now you're very irritated at me to the point that you will kill me if I read more about this page, but isn't it exciting to know that your old man is gone", he spoke again after noticing my glares, but then plastered another annoying smile on his face.

If this guy wasn't my friend I would have broken one of his hands so he couldn't play ball again the moment he barged in my house. Lucky for him, I consider him a friend. But Vanderson did have a point since that old senile is a thorn in my life anyway. Having him finally gone brings somewhat of a relief to my life. If someone would dare me to tell a eulogy for him, abusive, cunning, and a scum would be the best way to describe him. 

Robert Clayton. He may be my father, but he was an asshole his whole life and will continue to be even in his grave. And the people in California need to stop glorifying that man.

"What if we celebrate your dad's passing at the club? I'm sure the guys are excited to see you", Vanderson suggested.

"I would rather not. I have my bar here", I answered him.

I don't need to drive almost 4 hours from California to San Francisco to get to a club or even fly there. It's not worth my time even if it's Gillaume.

"Then how about we celebrate your successful concerto? You know that we never actually celebrated any concerto of yours after the very first one" he reasoned, but I just shook my head.

When it comes to drinking, Pierce Vanderson is not the mate someone would want to spend it with. If anyone thinks a 6-foot man would be the best choice to drink with, they're completely wrong and delusional— and it's based on experience.

Even with his big build and tall appearance, Pierce Vanderson is a lightweight and a baby drunk. If one would want to enjoy their night drinking away, don't drink with him. They will just regret it, spend their time babysitting, and wish to be spared by his vomit spits.