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

Seems The People These Days Are Not Who You Think

Dallon greeted us with a smile, as always, when we walked in. "My favorite customers! How are we doing this lovely afternoon?"

"I have absolutely no idea." Brendon sighed, looking down at the floor.

Dallon frowned. He walked over and gave Brendon a one armed hug. "Whatever it is, you'll pull through. I've seen you worse."

Brendon let out a small laugh, actually smiling a bit. "Wise words, Weekes, thanks."

Dallon released Brendon with a nod. "You know where the party's at." He said. Brendon nodded, already on his way down.

"I've actually got something to discuss." I said, addressing Dallon. He looked at me a bit strange, but nodded for me to continue. "About shipments."

"Aah." A look of relazation crossed Dallon's face, "Haven't gotten one in a few weeks. You work for Gerard?"

"I do." I spoke as Dallon motioned for me to follow him to one of the tables that customers never sat in. "I came to ask about... Certain other investors."

"Who do you mean?" Dallon asked.

"Do you know anyone by the name of Vic?"

"Vic?" Dallon looked confused as he wracked his brain for the name, "I'm not sure... I'd have to put the face to a name. Or ask one of my employees."

"He's got long black hair, slicked back when I had seen it." I explained, trying to describe the man I had only seen in mostly darkness.

Dallon looked off at the wall, thinking over the information I had provided. "Sounds like someone that may have come through, once or twice." He finally said, still looking off at the wall. "We do get a lot of people through here, Pete. The only sure way of knowing is by asking around."

"Alright... Look out for that name." I said, tapping the table and standing up.

"Trouble?" Dallon raised an eyebrow.

"Extreme Trouble." I confirmed.

"I'll keep an eye out, then." Dallon said, "Thanks for the heads up."

We stood and he lead me to the hatch that opened up to the stairs. I hurried down the steps, stripping off my coat as I did it. I hung it up by the door and hurried inside.

I was greeted almost immediately by The Punk running up to me. I stumbled a bit as he wrapped his arms around me and began to stand on his tip toes to kiss my jawline.

"Oh, Yeux Whiskey, I miss you more than I should..." He mumbled, bringing his arms up and wrapping them around my neck.

I laughed, wrapping my arms around him. "This is a surprise." I angled my head so that one of his kissed landed on my lips. He giggled against my lips before pulling away.

"I must have R-one of my fellow dancers wearing off on me." He said, happily looking over my features. "Care for a dance, Mon cher?"

"Later, my punk." I cooed, smiling down at him. "I have business to discuss."

The stripper pouted. "But my business is your pleasure..."

I shook my head, the smile still on my face. "I just need to ask around about someone."

"Who?" The blond boy inquired, tilting his head questioningly at me.

"A guy."

The Punk rolled his eyes. "Oh, how specific. I can really help you with that information."

"Alright, fine." I laughed, "Long haired fella, goes by Vic."

The punk's smile faded. "Why?" He asked, "What kind of business are you in?"