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

Take The Fight From The Kid

We were locked in the room for awhile. If anyone talked, after our initial entrance, it was in hushed whispers.

I kept an ear against the door, trying to listen for anything to indicate what was going on. There was just laughter accompanied by the clinks of glasses.

"Boys, victory will be with us soon enough!" Vic's voice laughed.

"Victory for what?" Tony's voice came through, "Jaime took the first shot. Kellin shouldn't of been there in the first place."

There was a thudding sound before the noise of a slight moan. "I told you not to talk about Kellin!" Vic screamed.

I pulled away from the door with a flinch. He was extremely agitated whenever anyone brought up Kellin. I looked back at the room around me. Patrick was sitting at the wall next to the door, still cradling his arm. Brendon was sitting on the bed with Ryan, who didn't even bother hiding his name anymore, holding the stripper close. Miss Hals and Reckless were working at the tunnel that was supposed to go to the next room. Spencer was just pacing, nervously.

"You sure you saw Dallon was okay?" Spencer asked, biting his lip.

I nodded. "He was moving." I confirmed.

Spencer reached up, tugging at his hair and continuing to pace back and forth. Patrick reached out and trailed his fingers along my arm lightly, making me look over at him.

"Mister Weekes is a kind man." Patrick told me, softly. "Spencer especially worries..."

"I can understand the feeling." I smiled sadly at Patrick, reaching out and caressing his face. "How's your arm?"

He frowned, looking down at it. "It hurts a lot..." He tried to straighten it, but winced and returned it to its position by his torso. "It hurts a real lot."

"I'm sorry baby..."

He smirked. "Baby? That's new, yeux whiskey..."

"Isn't all of this?" I asked, laughing as I rested my head against the door. I let out a sigh. I never thought things would escalate to this...

"It's quite the way to pass the time." Patrick chuckled, leaning on me. "Je suis si heureux que je peux passer ce temps avec vous..."

"I didn't understand a fucking word..." I laughed, leaning my head on his. "But it's still kinda hot..."

The room grew quiet once again. No one knew what to say. It was peaceful, in a way, until noises on the door made everyone tense. Before I could move, the door flew open and I was sprawled out on my back against the floor.

"Up!" Mike demanded, forcing me up as he spoke. He twisted my arm behind me once again.

"Yeux whiskey!" Patrick looked around the doorframe in terror.

"Grab him too." Vic ordered.

Jaime grinned wickedly, walking past Mike and I to grab hold of Patrick's arm. Unfortunately, it was his injured arm. Patrick cried out in pain, forcing himself up to cease the pain. Spencer began hurrying over to the door, but Jaime slammed it closed. Tony pushed a table in front of it to block it closed.

Mike spun me so that I was facing the main room. Vic leaned against the bar, playing the knife game absently. A few feet away from him, Frank was strapped to a chair with a gag in his mouth. He glaired at Vic, most likely wishing for his knife to slip and hit a finger.

Tony was already walking back over to the bar, grabbing up an empty glass on his way over. Jaime was walking Patrick over before Mike started moving me closer.

"So, what's the big plan here, Vic?" I asked, keeping a watchful eye on where Jaime held Patrick.

Vic smirked, spinning his knife in his hand before shoving it into the bar's counter. "It would spoil the surprise to tell you." He laughed.

As he spoke, Tony emptied a bottle of alcohol down the bar after filling the empty glass he had grabbed earlier. Once he was done, he threw the glass bottle against the ground. I flinched slightly at the sound of the shattering glass.

"Now that's just a waste." Jaime frowned slightly.

"There's more where that came from." Vic said simply, "It will be from us, as well. With everything we have set up in California added to what we're taking back here, we'll have all the liquor we can drink."

Tony looked up from the shattered glass at his feet. "Then after this, I can take my girl to California and work from there?" He asked, looking at Vic.

I looked between the two. Tony really looked like he would rather not be here. He hadn't even been too into restraining the others earlier...

"Consider it my wedding gift." Vic winked, reaching over the bar to grab a bottle of alcohol. He popped the top and tipped it gently, walking over to Frank as he spilled it. "Too bad you're not invited." He smirked at Frank before splashing some of the liquid in his face.

Frank shook against his binding, mumbling angrily as he glared at Vic, who simply laughed as he continued to walk around the room leaving a trail of alcohol.

"What are you doing?" Patrick asked.

"Tie him up next to the other one." Was Vic's only response, "Shame... He was a good one."

Jaime pulled a short length of rope from his pocket. He forced Patrick's hands together, making Patrick wince, and began wrapping the rope around them.

"He asked you a question." I said lowly, watching Vic throw the glass bottle against the wall once it was empty.

Vic rolled his eyes. "Oh, because the words of a stripper matter?"

"Mattered when it was The Siren." I taunted, "Or did you prefer calling him Kellin?"

"YOU SHUT UP!" Vic yelled, balling his fists at his sides. He visibly shook as he gave me a look that held fire behind it. He came across the room in a stride quickened by anger.

The next thing I knew, I was on the ground. Patrick was looking over me, pushing some hair from my face with his bound hands. I tried to reach up to him, but my own hands were bound. I looked around to see that I was propped up against the chair that Frank was tied to, next to Patrick.

"What happened?" I asked lowly. I looked around and saw the four bulls pouring more alcohol around the room.

"Vic knocked you out, yeux whiskey." Patrick whispered, "They're going to burn it all, Pete."

"They can't..." I looked at Patrick confused. They were just going to burn us? Is that how they thought they could get back at Gerard?

"Tony!" Vic called out to one of his associates, "Take Mike and get your girl. You're on the next train to California."

"Do you mean it?" Tony asked in disbelief.

Mike was less enthusiastic. "I'm not leaving. I want to watch this place burn."

"Brother, I want you to help escort him." Vic said. His tone was sweet, but demanding at the same time. Mike frowned at his brother, but nodded.

"I'll send from California." He said. He tapped Tony's back and nodded towards the door. Tony looked ecstatic.

"Thank you, Vic! Sara will be so appreciative, thank you!"

Vic just grinned, giving the two boys a small salute. They ran out of the room and their footsteps echoed up the stairs outside. Now it was just Frank, Patrick, Jaime, Vic, and I in the room. Jaime laughed wickedly, pulling out a lighter and clicking it.

"I bet you've never had a Friday night like this..." He laughed lowly, flickering the small flame right in front of his face. "Might never have the chance at another, either..."