I'm Just Passing The Time (Peterick Stripper AU)

Plans Fell Through

I stepped out of the small room indent just as Brendon stumbled out of his, a stupid look on his face. He looked back into the room with a soft laugh. "Oh, you always surprise, my Hershey eyes..."

"Only for you, Mister Brendon." The stripper boy stumbled, leaning on Brendon. Brendon kissed the brown haired boy before noticing me.

"Aha! Pete, my boy! You seem like you had fun." He winked at me.

I nodded, looking around the room a bit. The Punk was already gone from sight. I looked back at Brendon, who was walking the stripper over to the bar. I followed quickly after him, still looking for the punk that wasn't there. Brendon had his stripper sat at the bar, whispering something in his ear as he slipped some money into the hip of his red leggings.

"A...are we r-ready to go?" I asked, trying to fix the buttons on my shirt.

"Il est tellement nerveux! Le punk, doit de amusés." Brendon's stripper giggled.

Brendon rolled his eyes. "Il est nerveux." He replied simply. He adjusted his own shirt and smiled. "I'll be back for you soon."

"I will wait." The stripper smiled.

Brendon blew him a kiss as he walked over to the door where I was already waiting. "Does everyone fucking speak french but me?" I asked. Brendon just shrugged, tossing me my coat jacket.

"Only the best." He grinned, slipping his own jacket over his arms.

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"Ayye, Gee! How goes it?" Brendon asked as we entered our building. The pale haired boy looked up from the papers on the front desk with a grin on his face.

"Two of my favorite tenants! How's it going, fellas?" He asked, stretching his arms above his head.

"Oh, I'm fantastic." Brendon laughed, walking over to the desk. I followed behind quietly. If Gerard was here, then his brother couldn't be far behind... I didn't really feel like talking to him after my fail at the strip club with The Punk.

Gerard shoved some of the scattered papers into a neat pile, hiding a majority of it. He quickly looked back up and nodded. "Take it as you saw one of my clients tonight?"

"Tasted it too." Brendon winked.

Gerard rolled his eyes. "Oh spare me, please." He groaned. He looked over at me. "Didn't take you as the illegal business type, Wentz." He commented.

I laughed nervously. I really wasn't. Even through the tough times I'd been going through with the lack of jobs. I didn't like the idea of being thrown in jail...

"I drug him along." Brendon shrugged, "You know Dal, first dance is free."

"Believe me, I know." Gerard laughed, "Only ever had the one, but that blond kid was great."

I looked up at that. Blond kid? So he had a dance from the punk to?.. Why did I suddenly feel this twinge of jealousy? He was a stripper after all...

"Pete?"

I looked up at Gerard. "What?"

"I was sayin', maybe you'd like to help in the supply industry?" Gerard phrased it as more of a question. He tapped his stack of paperwork and my eyes grew wide.

"Oh...Oh no! No way I'm getting into bootlegging, Gerard!" I exclaimed, shaking my head.

"Keep your voice down!" Gerard hissed, looking around. He turned back to me with an irritated look. "Keep that up and I won't have to ask you to keep quiet cuz you'll be-" Gerard couldn't even finish his threat before Brendon cut him off.