The Tyrrant

"Mr, this VIP area has already been booked by very important people. Get out of here, who allowed you in here?" The waiter was upset, pointing a wine bottle at Barry as she spoke. 

Amused, Barry had a slight grin and gulped his wine again. "Donald 'the Millionaire,' right? 

"You know me well," the pompous Donald boasted. "I'm Donald 'the Millionaire,' and today you-"

Barry lifted his hand to stop him. "Well, Mr millionaire, as you can see I beat you to this room today. I've booked it and I'm not leaving." Barry poured more wine for himself. 

Fed up, the waiter called one of the big bully security. The bouncer squeezed in through the people and gazed at Barry, wondering how he made his way up here. The rest of the people came in and sat down when the saw the bouncer.

"Ey buddy, get the fuck out of here!" He said pointing out the door with his thump, flexing his muscles at the same time.