Chapter 8

            To make life simple the six men all smashed into Alfred’s truck, Alfred driving, Mathias sitting in the passenger seat since he was the tallest and had the longest legs.

            “Like why does he get to sit there!” Feliks asked

            “His damn spider legs will crush us all to death back here that’s why.” Gilbert said, smashed against Antonio and Feliks. Francis was jammed against the left door and Antonio the right.

            “I’d be a very pissy Dane if I was back there with you all.” Mathias added

            “Dude this is illegal on a few different levels. Just noting.” Alfred said laughter in his voice

            “I think we’ll be doing more illegal things later.” Francis said a smirk on his lips

            Gilbert resisted the urge to want to run and hide.

            “Like coming from you that’s totally perverted and on many levels very like scary” Feliks chuckled

            Francis flashed his I-will-rape-you-in-your-sleep grin in response.

            “Oh and Antonio, if your Italian gets shot, I am not at fault ok?” Gilbert spoke

            “What? Why would my Lovi be shot?”

            “Well see I kinda went all awesome big brother and taught Luddy how to shoot the gun I have, and he knows where the bullets and gun are…” Gilbert said shrugging his shoulders

            “You taught your little brother how to shoot a gun?” Alfred asked

            “Isn’t he like, seven?” Mathias asked

            “Hey! It’s never too early to teach him how to shoot!” Gilbert yelled

            “I just hope your brother has more sense than you do.” Antonio said chuckling

            Alfred apparently knew where they were headed because within ten minutes they were in the parking lot of ‘Triple XL’

            “Odd name.” Gil remarked thinking about better names for a bar

            Alfred and Mathias easily leaped from the truck, Antonio elbowed Gilbert in the ribs as he jostled around to open the door, and Francis somehow ended up with his right hand on Felik’s leg as he opened the door.

            “RAPE!” Feliks screeched and jumped away from Francis. He smashed into Gilbert, and therefore into Antonio.

            “Geez Francis, keep the relationships either professional or scandalous.” Mathias said, his laugher echoing outside

            Antonio finally got the door open, and he almost fell out face first, but Alfred caught his shoulder and stopped his fall

            “Like sorry Antonio!” Feliks said from the truck

            Gilbert climbed out after Antonio was standing and Feliks followed. Francis walked around the other side of the car.

            Gilbert had a smile on his face, being with his friends helped his mood greatly. They weren’t just co-workers at a strip club, they were friends, buddies, a small and close family.

            And who could be sad when surrounded with these people anyway?

            The six walked up to the bar door, being carded before walking into the club.

            Francis and Antonio walked in first, Gilbert was behind them and Alfred. Feliks and Mathias behind him.

            Once inside Gilbert’s jaw nearly hit the floor.

            They were surrounded by girls, at tables, around a stage.

            They were at a male strip club.

            Francis turned around and laughed “Like the choice of bar mon ami?” He asked

            “Nein! We’re at a strip club!” Gilbert protested

            Feliks laughed “Don’t worry they like still totally have beer!”

            The six walked over to some tables, which Francis picked. They were close to the bar, only about two tables away, thank god. On the right side of the stage and then about four tables back.

            Feliks and Mathias shoved the tables together and they all sat down. Francis was across from Gil, Antonio on his right, and Mathias on the left. Feliks sat next to Mathias and Alfred next to Francis.

            Gilbert stood up “I’m going to get some drinks now. Anyone else?” he asked

            He was going to drink a lot; he would need it to survive the night.

            Mathias stood as well “You can’t carry it all, and can’t speak Danish for shit, so I’ll never get the drink I wanted if you ordered.” he said smiling

            Francis got a napkin and wrote down what he wanted, and it got passed around the table. Gilbert took it and walked towards the bar with Mathias

            The bartender was a small man, with bright blue eyes and pale blonde hair. He bounced around behind the bar.

            “Kid doesn’t even look old enough to be drinking yet alone serving it.” Gilbert muttered

            Mathias shrugged and ordered his Danish drink. Gilbert then rattled off the list of drinks on the napkin

            “Dom Perignon, Evodia, Jack, and two glasses of your finest German draft beer.” Gilbert said to the young bartender

            The man bounced around the bar getting the glasses and the drinks, then putting them on a waiters plate so Gilbert could carry them

            “Are you opening a tab or just paying?”

            Gilbert smirked “A tab put it under Francis Bonnefoy.” he said and took the drinks

            Mathias followed, roaring with laugher already.

            “Nice job Gilbert.” he said chuckling

            Gil walked over to the table and passed out the drinks

            “Hey Francis, you have a tab opened in your name, just saying.” Gilbert smirked

            Francis choked on his champagne and shot a glare at the albino.

            The lighted dimmed as Gilbert sat down, the lights went to the stage, and the music quieted.

            The DJ was the one that spoke “Ladies! Ready for a big night? Here is the owner and stripper- Lukas, dancing to Stay by Tooji!”

            The male burst front their back area, sliding on his knees onto the stage, dressed as a sailor.

            He slowly walked up the stage, strutting almost. Reaching the front of the stage he snapped into a sailor salute then tossed off the hat, he danced, his hips moving in a circle as his hands ran down his body towards his hips, Once his hands got down to his hips, he popped forward, putting his hands so they formed a circle-ish shape around his unit.

            He then dashed to the side, and in the same movement moving his hands up over his stomach and pulling slowly uniting the shawl like thing on his shoulders then leaning backwards so the clothing fell to the floor. He grabbed it then leapt off the stage to the front table on the left.

            He put a foot on the chair between the person’s legs and leaned forwards, his face blank, but the slightest smile playing on his lips. He threw the cloth around them and leaned into their face, fingers grazing their cheek before he jumped backwards without looking onto the stage.

            He slunk over with easy and leisurely steps to the right side of the room, rolling his body, grinding at the air. He ran his hands down his small chest to the hem of his shirt, then tearing it off from the bottom, tossing it over his head then.

            He danced shirtless, at one point striking a pose, leaned over to the left, he flexed his biceps, but with his right hand he put a finger to his lips, smirking the slightest bit.

            He moved into the other parts of his dance, he flopped onto the stage, his chest brushing it before he snapped into a down push up position and humped the stage in his pants.

            Cheers and yells from the crowd drove him on.

            He pushed up to the full extent of his arms, he threw his legs under himself, then threw his arms back, so they he was on his back now. He jumped to his feet, spinning in a slow circle, shaking his junk and ass.

            As spellbound eyes watched he cupped his junk, and then humped as the room watched. More enthusiastic yells and screeches.

            Francis wolf whistled and Mathias watched with a spell bound and hungry expression.

            The male on stage spun once more, in that movement tearing off the pants, leaving him on stage with nothing but his stripper thong. He danced slowly, his face bathed in the lights.

            He grinded on the air a little bit more but his song ended.

            He bowed, and turned, his minimal clothing showing his ass, which he kindly shook as he ran off.

            Gilbert chugged is beer. He looked a Mathias whose blue eyes had a sharp edge to them and a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

            “Is the Great Dane hot on a little sailor?” Gilbert teased

            Mathias blushed, and smacked him on the head.

            The DJ moved to the next intro “And here is Berwald, dancing to ‘Dirty Little Secret’ by All-American Rejects!”

            A tall blonde male with glasses perched on his nose strode out from the back; he was dressed as a prisoner… Gil thought.

            He had a collar with a chain on his neck, then cuffs with long chains on his wrists.  He bore no shirt, just pants that were navy blue.

            Francis made a rather suggestive noise from his seat.

            Feliks muttered something about bondage being totally fun.

            The man had a cold and gleaming look in his eyes and he seemed to be staring at the back wall.

            The song was a fast and upbeat one, yet he played by his own rules, moving slow.

            Gilbert drained his beer and got up, not particularly interested in the show. He walked up to the bar and the man danced. The bar tender seemed distracted by the display.

            Gilbert coughed to catch his attention; the kid jumped and hurriedly got Gil another beer, which he kindly put on Francis’ tab.

            He walked back to his table in time to see several things.

            The dancer’s bare ass as he threw off the pants, Mathias stare of disapproval, and Francis perverted stare.

            Gilbert smiled at his odd friends, and sat down.

            The dancer on stage disappeared into the back and the DJ went on the speaker again.

            “And here is our trump card, the face of Triple XL, Arthur dancing to bad to the Bone by Running Wild”

            Time seemed to slow. The male rocketed from the back and onto the stage, dressed in pirate attire. Gilbert’s mouth dropped as his red eyes met those ever so familiar intense green ones.