Dharmanta || DNF || DREAMNOTFOUND

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georges shoes were finally wearable for stage and he inhaled deeply, candy right by his side as wilbur left the room, getting into the back of the crowd so he could watch george, in a protective way. however, instead of watching george, wilbur usually watched the crowd, seeing their emotions, their thoughts that showed through their eyes.

"okay" george hopped a little bit and waited a moment for candy to stand up, her now in a pair of pink stripper heals that were just as tall as georges.

georges heart was racing, he was tipsy from shots he downed earlier but it seemed to burn straight through him. but it wasn't being on stage, it wasn't the outfit, well it was partly, but it was that guy from earlier, he knew he would be in here, watching him.

candy parted off for a different stage, giving george a thumbs up before walking into the crowd, hearing cheers come on for another women out there.

while george got more and more nervous, he said something he hasn't said in years.

"life" his words were very hushed, his fingers tapping against his thigh as he stood in the empty half of the stage.

"death" his breathing was slowing down, he was preventing a panic attack with words from his teenage years.

"rebirth" and george was off, pushing through the veil to reveal he was on the biggest stage, a pole that fell straight from the roof, it had to be give or take twenty feet tall.

the crowd went wild, this said club owner that rumored stripped in his own club, was revealing himself to hundreds of people.

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clay was facing the bar, slumped over in the chair with a nice blonde handing him drinks non stop, and he just kept drinking. he knew there was strippers everywhere, the only ones he had taken notice to were the only two men on the stages, and yet they were both way to muscular for his liking.

but then the crowd went wild and he slowly turned around, seeing a new person walking onto the main stage, with the biggest pole, the biggest crowd, and the biggest smile.

clay recognized him, it was that brunette from earlier, george as james said. he was the owner, the owner of this whole building.

clay turned back around to grab his drink, just to see both the bar tenders were staring at the man, screaming and waving towels in the air, they must have been really close with him.

when clay shifted his position one last time, he saw wilbur was now on his side, rather sitting in the chair next to him, but it was a feeling clay got, that wilbur felt threatened by him.

georges body swayed around the pole, he was so far away that clay couldn't exactly make out his emotions, but he needed to see more.

so he set the cup down, and got up, and started walking through the crowd. he was so tall that he towered over everyone else, and yet he hid perfectly in the crowd until he was only feet away from the stage, a couple people Infront of him.

clay knew wilbur was right behind him, and yet he didn't care, because for all he actually knew, this man was ripped and had a gun.

george held the pole above his head, slowly spinning around it, somehow keeping his balance as he kept his face, well facing the crowd the entire time, swinging around the pole like an acrobat.

clay was mesmerized, under the more clearer lights, he could see he was brunette, there were little freckles that scattered his face, his smile was so wide, it almost looked genuine. and then it hit clay, he was having fun. even with all the old men in the room practically harassing him, the teenagers that just cheered for cheep booze and a party, he was having fun on stage,

george spun and spun around the pole, until he was as high as he could be, there was visible shock across the crowd, and especially on wilburs face. he knew george was semi drunk, he knew that george wasn't all there in his head today, but he kept a smile anyway.

the brunette hung upside down on the pole and started slowly sliding down, moving his hips which caused the crowd to kind of shift, dont get me wrong it was still loud as shit and there was still people jumping in every direction, but the people that were really watching george, really paying attention, they felt that shock go up their spines, that feeling in the pit of their stomachs. excluding wilbur, candy, minx, daryl, and karl of course. they were his best friends, not his admirers.

george had managed to keep his back away from the crowd for this long, but he knew he couldn't prolong it any longer. everyone was going to see the brand.

clay smiled, he wasn't sure what type of smile it was, whether it was a drunk smile or an aroused smile, it was a smile. and the way george moved, the way he held the pole, it all fit perfectly. and george was slowly coming down the pole, moving in every direction, holding it and walking around like there was stairs, which showed the muscle in his body to the crowd, it showed the broad Greek sculpture he owned.

and there george was, now on the ground, money being carelessly thrown at him, and he turned around, squatting into the pole. it was a rather awkward pose for george himself, but the crowd enjoyed it. and no one really seemed to pay attention to the brand, george hoped it was because of the lighting and flashing sparks of rainbow from the disco balls.

clay watched him turn, then his jaw physically dropped. that brand on georges back, the triskelion, it was his mafias mark. of course it was early years when they branded it that big, not even clay could have gone through the pain of that marking. but it meant that george used to be in the mafia, back when it was a gang, something his father forged from the ground up.

"holy shit" clays voice was a normal tone, and yet it echoed like a whisper with how loud the room was. but he was so drunk, so fuzzy, that there was a good chance he wouldn't remember it in the morning

clay felt a hand on his arm, and when he turned around, it was that brunette that was with george, wilbur.

"your done. lets go." wilbur tugged at clays arm slightly and clay didn't fight it, he started walking behind the sparkly dressed man until a whistle came from the stage, george was still spinning on the pole and practically grinding onto it and the floor, and everyone thought the whistle was just for pleasure, just for the crowd, but wilbur and clay knew different, somehow, someway, wilbur knew it was directed towards him.

the brunette sighed and let clay go, a little smirk appearing on the blondes face as wilbur shook his head.

"hands. off" wilbur made his words rememberable because he jabbed his nails into clays shoulder slightly.

oh if he knew who clay was, if he knew what he had just done four hours earlier, he wouldn't want anything to do with him.