Crimson Knightfall

Chapter 23. Peter

Chapter 23. Peter:

June 2005...

Wulfric Castle...

"Yo, Peter, I hear your gonna get it on tonight! Get some!" Jay called out to Peter from the back room of the Joint.

"What?" Peter called back.

"He says your gonna get some. You know, pussy?" Bob replied. Orion slapped on tags to a few baggies he worked on putting up in the front ailes of the store.

"Wait, Bob can talk?" Peter asked. Bob just shrugged, and rolled his eyes.

"Yo, short stop, of course the fat fuck can talk." Jay made some hand gestures, he then shoved a twinkie in his mouth. Orion cast a glance at Jay, and Jay rolled his eyes back, ignoring the obvious 'You didn't pay for that!'

"We're playing spin the bottle, not whack a mole." Clara smirked at Jay's antics.

"Sure your gonna play whack a mole. With your cock." Jay laughed. Both Jay and Bob were sitting on bar stools, Jay had his black beanie and a gray shirt and pants on. Bob wore a trench cloak and many under layers, Peter could barely see any neck.

"Of course, boys, talking dicks and all the shenanigans." Clara sighed.

"Yo, are you hung like moose?" Jay randomly asked Peter.

"Uh, hung like moose?" Peter narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah, hung, like -" He jumped up and put his fist between his legs and started acting like his arm was a trunk, and moving it up and down. "Like this, man, like you pull your dick out and it swings like a fucking trunk."

"I have no idea. I just know its big." Peter eyed Jay.

"That's what they all say." Clara smirked at Peter as she walked towards the back. Peter scowled back.

"Dude, take your dick out and let's compare sizes." Jay started unbuttoning his pants.

"Dude..." Peter stared at Jay.

"Let's not in front of the other customers." Vyrima replied, she snaked her arms around Peter's neck from behind, and licked his ear provacatively.

" Have you seen his dick, lady?" Jay asked.

"Sure, when he took a piss and wasn't looking, someone has to make sure he doesn't drip." Vyrima smirked. Peter recoiled.

"You did what?" Peter balked.

"Oh, don't tell me you haven't appreciated looking down my shirt a few times." Vyrima replied.

"Uh..." Peter blushed.

"I'm sure he looked down it plenty." Trinity smirked as she walked into the doors.

"When did you guys get here?" Peter asked.

"A little bit ago. We were helping Grace with the truck." Trinity shrugged.

Seamus dropped a box on a nearby table.

"Dude, we're gonna be fucked up, and blitzed and it's going to be lit." Seamus looked at all the stuff inside the box. Peter took a look and the heavy earthy smell of gangja hit his nose.

"Wait, when are we doing this? Isn't this for the store?" Peter stared at Seamus.

"Nope. It's for a party, compliments of Damien. Nice guy, rough around the edges, but nice." Seamus gestured his hands, the red crop of poofy hair on his head waved.

"After what happened recently, we'll need it." Orion said, his eyes clouded over. He hadn't said much about his brother or the bloody ball that took place months ago. Peter hadn't even seen him cry much. He always tended to keep it inside and just smoke his problems away. Never even talked about his dad or wherever his dad had been. If he even had one, which he never seemed to, but at the same time, Orion never talked about it. He mentioned once that he wishes he had one, and Peter was lucky to have one.