the divine feminine → chris schistad

trettien

"boys, boys, boys!" jafar called out, holding a shot glass in between his fingers up in the air as post malone played in the background from somewhere in the apartment. "it's the first night in a while since we all were together, just the penetrator boys. so i just wanna cheers to that; cheers to being my boys." the men clinked their shot glasses, shouting and wooping as they downed their drinks.

"uber's here, let's hit the strip club!" johannes battered his hands against the glass table.

"w-wait, strip club?" chris called out in confusion as theo pulled him from his seat. "i thought this was supposed to be the get-together."

"nah, we were just pregaming. how'd you not know we were going to the club? it was in the groupchat." theo patted his shoulder as the penetrators grouped together in each uber van.

"i can't go to the strip club." chris let out as william squished next to him. "nez would murder me. there's no way i'm gonna be alive after tonight."

"relax fuckboy," borkis rolled his eyes at the schistad boy's dramatic statement. "william has a girl and he's not worried about going to the club. it'll be fine. if anything happens, uber home. but try to have a good time tonight."

chris swallowed the lump in his throat, nodding his head. borkis sort of convinced him. he should have a good time with his boys, it'd been a while.

they arrived shortly, linking up with the other penetrators. they all shoved each other to get through the doors first, playfully throwing their fists at one another while their tipsy settled in. half of them slowed down though, visiting with one another.

chris tried to steer close with xavier and william. he was closest to them, so it made sense for him to group up with them anyway. especially since his nerves were all over the place. he didn't want to be here.

the worry was prominent in his face because xavier nudged chris with a questioning glance. but it was william's voice that surfaced softly. he understood why he linked with them; they could tell something wasn't right.

"i don't feel good being here." chris mumbled as they passed a few strippers smoking outside.

"it's all good chris." xavier let out a soft laugh. "we're coming for the boys and drinks. our little ladies are at home." xavier tried to reassure the penetrator. he could tell chris was slowly coming off his rockerand honestly, he didn't know if alcohol would help with that.

"what if i do something stupid?"

"you won't." xavier sighed, letting his shoulders drop. "if you're really questioning it though, smack yourself. you shouldn't be questioning if you'll be loyal."

"is he still worried about being here?" borkis scoffed as he stood on the other end by william. "bro, come on, you two aren't even dating, get crazy. do what you can before you get cuffed."

"uh, no." xavier's eyebrows furrowed as he whipped his head toward borkis to give him a dirty look. "you don't even know what we're talking about. chris doesn't want to fool around, don't try to convince him to do otherwise."

"why your panties in a wad? they aren't even together, i'm just sayin-"

"i know what you were saying." xavier cut him off. "if i was seeing your sister, would you want theo telling me the shit you're saying? exactly. disgusting." xavier dismissed a grumbling borkis who only walked ahead of them. "don't listen to him, he's a dick."

and so the night grew on and grew wild.

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"aye!" the penetrators chorused as they met at the table. the friday night electricity was still in their bones. that night really made them tighter once more.