"Where to start..." He glances up to the ceiling briefly, "I'm 26, fuckin' filthy rich, have a sexy girlfriend, thousands of followers on all platforms, handsome, sexy, smartest person here, definitely smarter than you... And that sums it up." Zeek grins, raising his brows, "Anyways, wanna talk business?"

"What's up?"

• Online course?
• Girlfriend?
• Stock...Trading?

"Yeah. As in I teach learning courses online, not a multifaceted concept, babe. I give succubuns life-changing advice on how to make life-changing money, very simple..."

• Sounds like a scam.
• Yo can I become rich?

"Yeah, lovely doe named Brooke. C4prina is her online handle. Though my girl is far more than her sexy InstaBun posts. Go give her business some love, 'Diva's Oasis: Yoga & Wellness Retreat.' Go downtown and you'll see it." He says very seriously, "Get your phone open, I'll pin it on maps."

• Hey! I don't care for yoga!
• Woah she IS hot...

He rolls his eyes, "Stock trading involves buying and selling shares of publicly traded companies on stock exchanges. Tradersprofit from fluctuations in stock prices by buying low and selling high. Success in stock trading often requires research, analysis, and understanding of market trends and economic factors." A beat of silence passes, "What do you not get?"

• All of it.
• I understood it perfectly.

"And you sound broke," Zeek clicks his tongue, "You're the one wandering into parties instead of throwing them."

• True.
• Hey!

"Mmmyeah, that's what I promise. Get you as well off as me. You want your own penthouse? Fancy car?" Ezekiel tilts his chin up, "All it takes is a little pre-investment."

• 'Pre-investment' ?
• Hell yeah sign me up.

Zeek groans, crossing his arms, "Well, I don't care what you don't care about. They offer massages and steamy baths as well, what is there not to like!" He jabs a finger at you, "Explains your stink, I bet you're scared of soap and clean water, huh?" Zeek tuts with a cocky grin, his brows scrunching.

• I just said I don't like yoga :[
• Fine, I'll go only because your GF is hot.

"Isn't she," Zeek smiles all proud, "Well Brooke is mine and mine alone-- unless she says otherwise, of course," He chuffs, crossing his arms.

• So you think we--
• Is Brooke here?

"Yeah I expected as much," He blinks, looking annoyed as he turns his back to you to leave "Why don't you go and talk to somebody else?"

• You're not going to try to sell me your scam classes?
• But you're just so cute...

"Yeah I bet you did," Ezekiel scowls a little, seems lying about your epic economic know-how has pissed him off, "Get the hell out of my penthouse, plebeian."

• Jeez, jerk!
• (You frown at him)

"Yeah I bet it is." He hmpfs, "Now fuck off will you? You insult my business and then try to enjoy my party's cheese and carrot platter? Tsk tsk." Zeek tuts, "Go poor-up the place somewhere else, babe."

"Yeah I bet that's all you can afford to eat, huh?" Ezekiel snorts, adjusting his sunglasses, "Piss off will you? You're decreasing the property value of this place."

"Pretty much, you pay a subscription for the lessons and in turn the knowledge you'll get will make you rich n' fucking famous. Simple maths, babe. Lemme get my laptop, I can get you started ~ "

Zeek's face lights up mischievously, "Hell yeah! Alright, follow me, I have a room dedicated to all my computers, it's real sexy, I think someone as ambitious as you will appreciate it ~" He nudges you with his elbow, clearly buttering you up.

"Ay! This is my girl's business we're talking about! I'd be a shit man if I just let went 'hey sure whatever, I don't care.' Fuck that noise," Ezekiel flicks a wrist in your direction, "Your loss, is all I'm saying. Now get out of my sight."

"That's the spirit. Whatever money you may have should go to someone as stunning as her anyways," Zeek nods with a soft smile and sage poise, as if he didn't just say you smell and are worthless.

Zeek bursts out laughing, "HELL no! You're far too poor. Sorry not sorry. My girl deserves the best and only the best," He says defensively, sliding his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to look at you, "So... unless you're remarkable, don't even think about breathing around her!"

"Nah, my girl is out on the beach right now," Ezekiel shrugs, "I wouldn't advise talking to her. She may be three times prettier than me but she's only half as nice," He smiles fondly.

Zeek laughs, "HA! Why would I? It's obvious you have no money to take, babe. Just go enjoy the sun or beer or something, yeah?"

Zeek rumbles all pleased, running a hand through his perfectly combed and producted-gooped hair. Smirking, you realize he must have some sort of lipbalm on, "Aren't I? Trying to charm your way into the party now, babe? Nice try."

"Yeah, yeah. Cry me a river. This is the real world, you're gonna have to face hard facts told to you, like me telling you to leave my damn party," Zeek scoffs, shifting his weight to one leg, "You weren't even invited. I'd say I've been pretty cordial."

"Awwww..." Ezekiel pouts at your frown, then like a switch he gestures towards the door over his shoulder with his thumb, "Get out."

"Don't let the door hit you."