Cursed family

Eli walked for what felt like hours, his stomach growling with hunger. He had been searching for food, but every store he passed was closed. He didn't have any money on him, and he was starting to feel desperate.

As the night wore on, the streets began to empty. The only sound was the distant hum of music and the occasional laughter of people having a good time.

Eli followed the sound of the music, hoping to find a place that was still open. As he turned a corner, he saw a bright light in the distance. The music grew louder, and Eli's heart lifted with hope.

Maybe, just maybe, he would find some food at this place. He quickened his pace, his eyes fixed on the light.

As he got closer, he saw that it was a nightclub. The sign above the door read "Eclipse" in bold, neon letters. The music was thumping, and the lights were flashing.

Eli's stomach growled with hunger, and he hoped that they might have some food inside. He took a deep breath and approached the door, wondering what he would find inside.

As he reached the entrance, he was stopped by two massive bodyguards. They looked him up and down, clearly unimpressed.

"Can we help you?" one of them growled.

Eli tried to think fast. He didn't have any money, and he didn't look like he belonged in a nightclub. But he was determined to find some food.

"Uh, yeah," he said, trying to sound confident. "I'm here for the... uh... buffet."

The bodyguards looked at each other, clearly amused. "Buffet?" one of them repeated. "Kid, this is a nightclub. We don't serve food here."

Eli's face fell, but he refused to give up. He looked around, hoping to spot something, anything, that might help him.

That's when he saw it: a sign that read "VIP Lounge" with an arrow pointing upstairs.

Eli's eyes lit up with hope. Maybe, just maybe, he could find some food in the VIP Lounge. He took a deep breath and tried to look confident.

"Hey, I'm a VIP," he said, trying to sound convincing. "I'm here for the... uh... VIP treatment."

The bodyguards looked at each other, clearly skeptical. But Eli just smiled and tried to look confident.

The bodyguards raised an eyebrow. "VIP, huh?" one of them said, clearly unimpressed. "What's your name, VIP?"

Eli thought fast. He didn't have a fake ID or any other credentials, but he did have a name that sounded vaguely important.

"I'm... uh... Eli Vanderbilt," he said, trying to sound confident.

The bodyguards looked at each other, clearly amused. "Vanderbilt?" one of them repeated. "You mean like the Vanderbilts?"

Eli nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, that's me. I'm a direct descendant of Cornelius Vanderbilt."

The bodyguards burst out laughing. "Kid, you're not even a good liar," one of them said, chuckling.

Eli looked crestfallen, but he refused to give up. He spotted a nearby trash can and rummaged through it, pulling out a bright pink suit with flared pants.

"Ah ha!" he exclaimed, holding up the outfit. "I've got my VIP attire right here."

The bodyguards laughed even harder. "Dude, that's not going to work," one of them said, wiping tears from his eyes.

Eli looked dejected, but he still didn't give up. He changed into the pink suit, striking a pose in front of the bodyguards.

"Hey, I'm a VIP," he said, trying to sound convincing. "I demand to be let in."

The bodyguards laughed so hard they were crying. "Kid, you're killing us," one of them exclaimed.

Eli looked determined. "I'm not leaving until I get in," he said, crossing his arms.

The bodyguards chuckled. "Okay, kid. You can stay there all night. But you're not getting in."

Eli scowled, but he refused to give up. He stood there, frozen in determination, as the bodyguards continued to laugh and joke with each other.

As the night wore on, Eli became a local attraction. People passing by couldn't help but stare at the kid in the bright pink suit, standing frozen in front of the nightclub.

Eli's determination had become a spectacle, and he didn't even realize it. He was too busy trying to come up with a new plan to get into the nightclub.

But for now, he was stuck in front of the club, looking like a reject from a bad 70s music video.