but it's better if you do [COMPLETED]

two

"do you have any idea where pete went with gerard's younger brother?" brendon asked the blonde bartender.

"i have no idea and, frankly, i don't think i want to have any idea what they're doing. pete just asked me to cover for him for twenty minutes and ran off. i'm assuming mikey went with him. i noticed the looks between them, they're not platonic at all. if my best friend looked at me like that, we wouldn't just be friends. we'd be making out."

"i thought i was the only one who noticed!" he exclaimed.

"petekey for life. anyways, do you need a refill on your drink?" lynn asked me.

"i'm okay for now, thanks, though."

"so, you brendon's new boy toy?" she asked with what i hoped was a facetious undertone.

"hey! that's not nice!" brendon declared defensively.

"i'm just kidding, he's not like that," she explained. "he's actually quite picky, for a stripper."

"nice to know. i'm ryan,"

"lynn's the name, avoiding dick's the game. you probably know my name from the tag. i don't know about the lesbianism, though. i hoped my hair and oversized clothing gave it away."

"what's that stripper thing supposed to mean?"

"stereotypical shit you shouldn't worry about, bren, i'm just joking around."

"so, mikey said that his brother is a dancer here. which one is he?" i questioned.

"oh, you're talking about gerard? he's at the front stage with the poorly-dyed red hair," brendon clarified. i looked over at gerard, noticing the bright red hair right away. he was pretty hot, but he had a short, tattooed guy drooling all over him from below. i'm guessing that is the boyfriend mikey was talking to me about.

"gerard's been at this place for a few years. he actually met his boyfriend frank here after frank had a messy breakup and badda bing, badda boom, they're together after their supposedly amazing one night stand in one of the closets here. i still don't know which one and i don't think i ever want to know," lynn explained.

"it was probably the one with the loose chains in it, if i had to assume. frank is a freaky bitch from what i've heard," brendon guessed.

"geez, but people are into what they're into. if you had to ask me, though, i wouldn't be caught dead in this place," i said with a tinge of regret. i didn't want to hurt their feelings.

"aw, c'mon, it's not as bad as you think it is. were you raised in a religious house?" lynn asked.

"how'd you know?" i interrogated with sarcasm.

"mind reader. but, so did brendon, and look where he is now! in my opinion, kids growing up in religious homes are more prone to being against religion in the future. he was a mormon and now he's a stripper; people change."

"not according to pete, they don't," brendon added, me not getting the reference.

lynn noticed my puzzled look so she gave me some information.

"pete's a songwriter and he has a demo on his phone. the iconic lyrics in it are 'baby seasons change, but people don't.' sorry for using that inside joke."

"it's fine, don't worry about it."

"so," brendon started, "now since it seems as if we're both finished with our daiquiris, wanna go to the dance floor?"

"sure," i responded, being dragged by his hand from my seat and to the dance floor excitedly.

"let's meet some of my friends, shall we?"

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