Bang and Burn ~ Dreamnotfound + Skephalo

Chapter 15

Dylan shoves everyone into Geo's car and fumbles with the keys until he finds the right one.

"Dylan, we have plenty of time to get there," Clay says. "Why did you rush us out."

"Because I stole Geo's keys and needed to leave before he killed me!" He looks out of the rearview mirror and sees Geo running towards the car. "Alright. Gotta blast!" He quickly puts the car in gear and speeds out of the parking lot, leaving Geo in a cloud of smoke.

As he drove, Geo was yelling at him through the earpieces, saying things like, "If you hurt my car I'm hurting you!" and "I HOPE you get arrested ASSHOLE!" Dylan only laughed as he shouted, knowing that nothing bad would happen to him. Geo would get over it. Eventually.

The car ride was short thanks to Dylan, once again, breaking basic traffic laws. George still had no idea how he wasn't in jail. He started becoming car sick, having to close his eyes in the back seat, and focus on not puking. He had never been more thankful to arrive at his destination than he was right now.

Dylan parked the car and everyone got out, looking at the big neon sign glowing above a large bar of some sort. "I am so excited to get to go inside this time!" Dylan states. "I haven't been this early in ages!"

"What is this place?" George asks.

"It's the Drunken Pirate," Clay replies. "We all worked here undercover before I was arrested. Well, all of us except Dylan."

"Oh, so you were a bartender?" George asks.

Dylan begins laughing so hard that he had to lean on Clay for support. "Oh please! He was a stripper."

"WHAT?!" George shouts in shock. His shout was followed by laughter as Clay's face goes bright red.

"What?" Clay asks. "I did what I had to do to get the job done."

"George, you would've loved it!" Dylan teases. "He worked out every day to make sure he was in peak physical condition!"

Clay elbows him in the stomach, making him bend over in pain. "Let's just grab Finn and get out of here."

Dylan leads the way into the large club with a huge bar in the middle of the room and a beautiful stage with a catwalk pressed up against the wall. Blue and purple lights flashed as a woman dances on stage to the blaring pop song playing over the speakers. She had on a short blue skirt and a white tank top, with stilettos that could be used as a weapon if she needed it. Her olive legs were covered in some sort of blue and purple glitter and a few butterfly clips held back her curly brown hair that turned blue at the ends. The stage was lined with mostly men, throwing money into the air.

"I feel uncomfortable," George whispers to Clay, who seemed just as cool and collected as usual.

"Why?" Clay asks.

George points to the woman on the stage. "We are in a strip club and there's girls dancing. I'm not the biggest fan of places like these."

"Well, not exactly. Some of the dancers here don't undress at all," Dylan explains.

Nick looks at him. "Why are you even here? You're too young to be in here!"

"Dylan!" A woman calls from behind them. George decided that there was no way she was older than 19. Her long, curly white hair slowly faded into pink, then into red the further down George looked. She wore a short, pink dress with a white jacket that clung to her curves. Her outfit made George slightly uncomfortable, but it seemed to be the normal attire in there. She was shorter than Dylan, so she had to stand up on her toes to hug him.