so ik i have a lot of gifs in dis but it's cause they're gonna somewhat correspond with the scenes. plus, dis an early Christmas and a super late birthday chapter for kentrell and shéyaa so happy belated to them and merry chrimuh😚.
also, sorry for the lack of updating. i got my first job about two months ago and it's been tiring the HELL outta me to the point where i don't have the energy to write.
y'all know the drill. excuse them mf errors, cuz!
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"Remove yo' hands off of the stripper, sir," Shéyaa demanded as his eyes stared straight into the customer's with a mean mug on his face.
The Atlanta native could see a look of pure relief wash over the stripper's face at command Shéyaa gave the other man, telling how uncomfortable he had gotten from the weird man's touch.
The somewhat older man wanted to make a comment in protest but the more he stared at the mug on Shéyaa's face, the scarier it had got to him and he didn't want to provoke him either.
The customer smacked his teeth in annoyance and removed himself off of the V.I.P lounge couch to leave the establishment, mumbling a few curse words under his breath.
"Y'all niggas lame as hell."
Shéyaa could all but roll his eyes as he ignored the last statement the man mumbled and surveyed his eyes across the club's floor. Nothing seemed too much out of the ordinary besides people spread out in different sections of the club to watch one of Magic City's strippers dance on the pole.
The taller man made slight adjustments to his tie to relieve his neck a little and looked down at his suit to make sure there wasn't any mess. Tonight was one of those nights where they had a special event going on and when a special event happens, more money happens.
He was currently wearing a light purple button-down shirt, a dark purple blazer, and a dark purple tie to match; along with some dark purple suit pants and custom Christian Louboutins.
A whole fit that Kentrell and Tyquian had given to him two days prior as an action of spoiling him, but also them wanting to find an excuse to spend some moments with him.
And just as Shéyaa finished dusting himself off, he could feel a pair of eyes on him and he began to look around until his eyes came in contact with the stripper he had helped some minutes ago.
He raised an eyebrow at the other in question, wondering why they were staring at him so hard and how long they had been doing it.
