Summary: To celebrate you being recently released from prison, your siblings take you to a strip club.
Warnings: mature language
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A/N: Same thing I told Tumblr, if y'all fuck with it I'll make this into a series. 🗣️ Let me know. Also while you read this forget that you know Jenna Ortega
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"You want to take me where?" You questioned your siblings. One minute, you were focused on doing your job for your first day. The next minute, your siblings were calling you and harassing you about letting them take you out somewhere to celebrate.
Celebrate what you might ask.
You were locked up on drug charges for the last 7 years and you were recently released on parole for good behavior. You were released four months ago and for four months straight, your two brothers and sister kept hounding you to let them throw a party or something. Each time you said no because truthfully, there wasn't anything to celebrate in your opinion. However, they strongly disagreed.
"To a strip club. One of my homies recommended it to me, it'll be fun" Your older brother Akeem stated.
"I don't got no money for no strip club. I just started this job today" You responded and sorted the packages in the truck.
"Don't worry about that. We got you covered, all you have to do is say yes you're going" Your younger brother Jeremiah said.
"Nah I'm good, y'all go have fun though" You declined.
You hear your siblings moan and groan out of frustration due to you declining to celebrate again. You just ignored it like usual.
"You irk the shit out of me. You've been out for four months and haven't done a single fun thing yet. I know you're trying to adjust to the outside world again but a part of adjusting is to have fun. So, come out and let us celebrate being able to hold you again, talk to you face to face and not behind some glass, and be able to experience life again" Your sister Eve ranted.
Even though, you felt the way you felt about being celebrated. Eve was right. Being behind bars for seven years did a number on your mental health, not being able to freely see your loved ones was rough.
You sighed, "If I say yes, will you leave me alone after this?"
"No promises" Akeem smiled.
You rolled your eyes with a smile, "Fine whatever. What time should I be ready?"
Eve, Akeem, and Jeremiah all shouted yes and told you to be ready by 9. You nodded hung up the phone and got back to work.
