Aha! What an uncomfortable sleep!
Cecil opened his eyes. He was topless, in his underwear, and he had spent a terrible night in this little room.
Although he took off his vomit-stained clothes and threw them away last night, and took two showers, he still felt a strange smell.
Damn it!
He reached for his phone, which showed three missed calls from Vince.
"Hi, What's up, buddy? I texted you all the important news I got yesterday."
"I know. I want to talk to you about something else." Vince's voice was serious, "Cecil, I know you're young and like to have fun, but there's a bottom line to everything. You tell me, did you sleep with an underage girl yesterday?"
"What?" Cecil still couldn't figure out what was going on.
"Answer me."
"I - I slept alone last night, I swear. Oh, I did find an underage girl in my bar yesterday. She was drunk, and I was afraid she'd have an accident, so I gave her my own room. I live in the little room next door."
"Really?"
