**OVER 100 REVIEWS! WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?! You guys rock! Seriously! I've never had so many reviews before! Oh my god! Plus over 1.3k views on the story since I last updated? You guys spoil me! And another super long chapter for you guys and gals! Lucky lucky you :)

Sorry for the major cliff hanger in the last chapter, it was just too good of an opportunity to pass up!

I hope all of you had a fabulous holiday (whatever it is you celebrate, or don't celebrate) and happy new year! 2015, what?! No way is this possible. It was just the beginning of 2014 not that long ago? Am I right? Sigh… time just goes by so freakin fast as we get older. It's going to be a good year I hope! I mean, happy stuff, my little sister graduates high school this year, I will turn 20 this year (so old) and I get to officially declare my major at my university! AAHAHAHA so excited. If you haven't already guessed, it's Creative Writing. Though I am considering a double major now, adding on Business Admin to my plate. We'll see.

Special update too, this is in Four's POV! AND IT'S SO LONG! Don't get used to Four's POV being this long, but I just couldn't stop with this one! HEHE more exciting stuff revealed at the end of this chapter. You get dancing, Zeke flirting, Four flushing, and of course, thoughts of Tris invading the mind of our very own number boy!

Here we go!

Reminder: If you had read this story when I first uploaded chapters 1-11 back in late 2014, they will be slightly updated now so I would recommend rereading the whole thing.**

Four POV - Friday, November 14th

I see her in the classroom, and see her in the diner moving effortlessly through the tables. I see her raise her hand or speak up to answer a question, and see her stepping in to the conversation between Shauna and Zeke. Why did she do that? Shauna could have answered for herself, but she seemed unsure before Tris stepped in. I see her interrupted or her idea – which is usually right – shot down by another classmate, and I see that guy from the diner grip her arm to hold her back. Reminding myself that they're supposed to discuss in class so I won't go over and tell the guy off. Holding myself back from intervening because I know she can handle her own. I see a flame in her blue-gray eyes that reminds me of sitting by a fire while watching a winter snow storm whirl around outside.

I feel drawn to this girl, but I know I shouldn't. I don't understand how I find myself incapable of taking my eyes off of her. How my heart beats fast just at the mention of her. She enters my dreams more and more. I used to never dream. Only nightmares. Her blonde hair that flows down her back, or bounces when she walks when it's in a ponytail. She wears hardly any makeup, and she's stunning. She's shy, and I want to know more.

The girl who spoke out about my name on the first day, Christina, has been hugging closer to Tris as the days press on. Slowly turning to weeks. I want to know why. I want to know why the fire in her eyes is slowly dying out. I want to know why she walks with her head down most days now, never meeting eye contact, especially with any of the guys. I want to know why she looks skittish but slowly relaxes whenever she walks into this class.

Amar looks a little worried too, when she walks in with a minute to spare before class. She hurries to her seat and continues to take deep breaths like she just had to fight for her life.

Only on occasion does she meet my eyes. I'm not sure I even feel bad or embarrassed when I'm caught staring at her anymore. I just want to know why she looks like a deer in headlights when she does look at me.

On the even rarer occasion that Christina catches her looking at me, she delivers a swift elbow to Tris's arm. Her face becomes a rosy red as she glares at Christina who gives her a smug smile in return. I have to keep myself from chuckling at those times.

I shouldn't be paying this much attention to her. But I can't help it.

Zeke on the other hand is having a very hard time shutting up about Shauna. Of course he makes sure to add in Lynn and their brother Hector who I just recently met, but most of the time its all about Shauna. I'm a little surprised to be honest, because Zeke has never really been a one girl kind of guy. There's something different with Shauna to him, and it makes him happy.

I'm happy for him, in the way a best friend should be happy. I'm also jealous. Zeke can be carefree sure, but he seems serious about this girl. I don't have near the guts he has when it comes to girls.

"Four you home?!" Zeke bangs on my door. I finally got all moved in and unpacked in my apartment. A ground floor thankfully.

I open the door for him. He's happy. Overly happy. A small box tucked under his arm.

"I have a riddle for you Four."

"Because I love riddles so much?" I ask sarcastically as I shut the door behind him.

He beams. "Yep!"

"Why are you so happy? Nothing good ever comes when you're this happy."

He smiles wider. "That's part of the riddle." He sets the box down on my small coffee table in the corner by the couch and turns back to me. "If you put lingerie, music, and alcohol together, what do you get?"

Oh great. "Regret?"

He smacks my shoulder. I glare at him. "Girls Four! Dancing, sweaty girls!"

"Joy." He wants to go out again. "Zeke if you bring a stripper here again I swear-"

"Calm your balls dude. I'm not bringing a stripper here." He smirks once again. "Maybe." I finally moved in about two weeks ago, and the second night here, he showed up with a female stripper in an outfit meant for someone with a much smaller body than hers. It was horrifying.

My glare hardens.

"We my friend, have been invited to the one, the only Dauntless night club!"

It grabs my attention, even though I try not to show it. "Night club? Really?" I've heard about Dauntless. It's one of those conversations that guys keep to themselves and other members. No one talks about it out loud in public because of the rumors that surround that place. It's a black-hole for your money and the rumors about the girls are even worse.

"You need to lighten up a bit. This is the best night club in all of Chicago! The best girls, the best music, the best booze. The one you need and invite to by a current member to get in? Any of this ringing a bell?"

"Aren't you also required to pay the dancers like a hundred dollars?"

"Only for a private dance."

I run a hand through my hair. It's getting long again, curling at the base of my neck. I need to cut it soon. "That's money I don't have Zeke. I just want to focus on finishing school in the next two years without piling up debt."

"My treat. Just once, tomorrow night, please?" I look down at my hands. "All you have to do is go once and you're members."

"And you can't go alone?"

"I would, except I need Uriah to think I'm hanging out with you."

I laugh. "You don't want your twenty year old younger brother to know you're going to a strip club? You, of all people. I thought you would be bragging to him."

"I will, as soon as I'm an official member. Besides he's busy tomorrow night, like he is every Friday night. I can't tell him beforehand since he wasn't invited."

"And I was? Or am I just your plus one?"

"No, you were specifically invited with me." Zeke says recalling something. Then he looks a little sheepish.

"Zeke, who invited us?"

He remains quiet, and looks around at anywhere but me.

"Zeke." My tone has become dark. I don't like using it on him. He calls it, my teacher voice.

Finally he looks at me. "Eric."

My grip on the chair tightens. Eric Matheson. We grew up with that snob of a guy and never got along. He's selfish, cruel and disrespectful towards everyone who can't beat him in a fight. I can, I did. But he hates me because I wouldn't finish him off.

"It's just one night Four, and it's not like he's going to be there with us. He's backstage remember?" Zeke is near pleading now. Yes I remember when Eric bragged to us about getting a job there as a scheduling manager. Then he got boosted to a head manager of the club. I hear their girls are on the tightest leash.

I roll my eyes slightly. "Zeke it's a strip club, you'll be regretting you went when you're thirty."

He gives me a look that says, I will be that guy going still at thirty for shits and giggles. You know this.

Sighing, I give in. "Fine, one night. Two hours at most."

Zeke breaks out into another smile. "Thank you Four! Now you can have this." He pushes the box over to me. I open in cautiously. Inside, is an individual sized chocolate cake. Fresh too by the looks of it.

"Zeke, did you steal one of Uriah's cakes in order to convince me into going?"

He smiles wider. "Well, originally it was going to be that. Then I decided I'd just give it to you if you said yes."

"He won't be happy." I smirk at him. Uriah works at a bakery not far from campus, he's the head chef when it comes to cakes. His specialty, chocolate. Every now and then, Uriah gets a cake to take for himself. This must be that cake. With Uriah being like a little brother to me, I can't help but join Zeke in this scheme. "Should we eat it now?"

"Before he finds it yes." I go to grab forks from the kitchen and return to Zeke who has the cake out of the box now. We take our first bite and hum in delight. Zeke's phone goes off then, he looks at the caller ID, smirks, and he answers on speakerphone with a mouthful of cake.

"Hello?"

"Zeke. You had better not be eating what I think you're eating." Uriah.

"What are you talking about lil bro?"

"Mar said you stopped by a little earlier and left with something under your coat."

He laughs. "I wouldn't wear a coat inside, it's too warm. She must be seeing things."

Uriah is silent. "Zeke." His voice dangerously low.

"Yes Uri?" Zeke's voice sweet. I'm trying hard not to choke on my cake laughing.

"Is FUCKING FOUR there?!"

I laugh out loud this time. Zeke does too.

"Sorry Uri, snooze you lose." Zeke sings into the phone. Then hangs up before Uriah can unleash some unkind words at us.

"We are in so much trouble." I say taking another bite.

"I don't even feel bad about it." He smirks. We finish off the cake fairly quickly. Once Zeke told me we could relax and eat it since Uriah doesn't get off work for another hour or so.

We're both reclined in the seats of the couch, some sports game playing on Zeke's phone. I don't have a television.

"I'm going to ask Shauna out." He says suddenly.

I turn to him. "I thought you guys had already gone out." I remember going with him to the store to buy her some earrings. He wanted my opinion because I'm so experienced in this matter. No, he really just didn't want to go alone.

He shrugs. "Technically we have, but only as friends. I want to be more with her Four. She's just this amazing girl who knows everything about me, from my impressively funny nature," I roll my eyes. "To my dashing good looks, my intense love of cake, and my heart for family." My face becomes serious once more. "She knows me, and yet it feels like I know nothing about her. But I want to get to know her. More than anything I've wanted in a while. She's like this magnet that is sucking me towards her, and I'm willing to fall in."

"Poetic."

"Shut up and let me finish." He slaps my arm. "There's definitely something about her that she's not telling me. I don't know what it is, but I want to find out. If there was a major at school called Shauna Studies, I would sign up in a heartbeat. No laughing. I could spend the rest of my life finding out about her and be happy."

The air becomes thick suddenly.

"Did I just…"

I look over at him. "You just admitted, in a way, that you want to spend the rest of your life with a girl." My eyes wide with worry for him. "Are you feeling okay?"

He glares at me. Then his face softens. "I'm not even that freaked out by it."

"There must have been something in that cake Zeke. You're talking serious stuff about a girl. I don't know whether to take you to a doctor, or congratulate you."

"I'm serious."

"I know, and it's scaring me."

He sits up more now. "I'm I going crazy?"

"I don't think so." I smirk then. "As sappy as it sounds, I think you're falling in love."

Zeke looks a little shocked by me saying it out loud. "Never thought that'd happen." Then he turns to me. "What about you?"

"What do you mean what about me?"

"I haven't seen you with a girl in… well I was going to say forever but I can't really think of a girl you've gone on more than a few dates with. What about that one girl, what was her name? Started with an L…"

"Lauren?" I offer, mentally sighing. Lauren was a girl in one of my classes two years ago. Not one that I was a T.A. for, but one that I was a student for. We were partners on a final project, and after a lot of convincing by Zeke, I asked her out after we received our grade. She was a little older than me, but neither of us cared. It was hard to find time to go out though, she was always busy at nights. Sunday's were her only days off. To say that we only went out three times in the whole three weeks we were together isn't true. We went out in the mornings to breakfast occasionally, but she was always tired. And she was always looking over her shoulder like we were being followed. I wanted to ask her about it, but whenever I brought it up she quickly changed the subject. She wanted to move fast when it came to the physical side of the relationship and that was something I just wasn't up for. We split in less than a month. Well, she split it. Said it wasn't working. I didn't complain. I haven't seen her since.

"That's the one. You were with her the longest."

"Three weeks Zeke. That's more of a prescription rotation than a relationship."

He clicks his tongue. "What about that waitress?" This grabs my attention, and he sees it. A smile breaks onto his face once more. "Yeah, that waitress from the Pit. Shauna's friend. Tris."

"Tris." I repeat quietly.

"You so like her." He nudges me, his smile widens. He even waggles his eyebrows a little.

I grunt.

He makes kissing noises and puckers his lips at me.

"You're acting like a five year old." I punch him in the shoulder.

"Uh-uh no way you're changing the subject on me now. Why don't you ask her out? She was pretty, and a little feisty too. Definitely you're type. Plus Shauna said she's single."

"Why did she say that exactly?" I eye him.

"There's a possibility that I asked her about Tris for you."

"Zeke…"

"I said there was a possibility. If you're happy with this knowledge then it was definitely me who asked. If you're not happy however, then it was Uriah."

I run a hand down my face groaning. "No thanks Zeke. Not interested." I am interested.

His eyes narrow at me. "Liar." Total liar.

I glare at him. Keeping my feelings guarded is something I've come to master. Even from Zeke when it comes to matters of the heart. I don't like talking about them, sharing them, or even acknowledging them. When I can avoid it, I do.

When I was six, just before my mother died, I had my first childhood crush. A girl, whose name I didn't even know was the first person to really smile at me and try to get to know me. She had dark hair like mine, but darker skin than mine too. Not quite as dark as Zeke, but more of a caramel color. She had soft brown eyes and a gentle voice. She was nice to me, and that touched me somewhere deep in my six year old heart. I later found out her name was Juanita. But she moved away before I could ask her to even hold my hand. I had come home crying when I found out. My mother held me, understanding that my first love had left, and my father, Marcus… well, when my mother left the room he smacked me across the face and told me to grow up. Making some comment that no girl would ever want me. That I was pathetic. That I shouldn't even bother with girls, because they're trouble.

I told Zeke about Juanita when I was young, but never about the part with my father.

He frowns. "I just want to see you happy Four. Everyone deserves happiness."

My expression softens slightly. "Uriah is rubbing off on you."

He punches me in the shoulder again. "Maybe that's a good thing." Then he smiles. "Maybe you'll meet the girl of your dreams tomorrow night at the club."

I laugh to humor him. "Maybe." I'm not looking forward to it honestly, but Zeke would do anything for me, so I can suffer two hours at a night club. Besides, who wants to be known as the one guy in the universe that passed up a strip club?


The place is completely packed, and don't even bother trying to find a pace to park. I saw one girl get stopped trying to go around back by security. She must have one connection or another because he soon let her by. Other girls tried to follow her lead, but they were stopped instantly.

We have to wear black apparently to get in. So every girl is wearing something black. Up at the head of the line, the bouncer is checking one girl who flashes him a black bra. He smiles at her and lets her and her friends in. I roll my eyes. Zeke and I are both wearing black shirts and black jackets. He wanted to go all out and wear black jeans and shoes. I just stuck with a pair of dark blue jeans.

Zeke couldn't stop smiling the whole time we waited in line to get in. I was honestly a little concerned with how many girls there were in line. I know it's not uncommon for girls to like going to strip clubs, but the ratio of girls to guys was outstanding. I only saw about twenty guys in line while we waited, verses close to a hundred girls.

Up at the front of the door, a tall burly guy in sunglasses stops us like everyone else. I never understood why bouncers felt the need to wear them.

"Names." He says in a quick clipped tone.

"Zeke Pedrad and Four Eaton." Zeke says still smiling as he throws an arm around me.

He eyes us over. "You're new. Who were you invited by?"

"Eric Matheson." Zeke says smiling in a manner that suggests he's up to no good.

The bouncer flinches at Eric's name ever so slightly. But then talks into his cell phone like a radio. He looks at us and waits for a reply. When it comes in, a smirk takes over his face. "Go right on in." I watch the bouncer carefully, as he watches us. Zeke walks in happily and tugs on my arm. I hear the bouncer laughing as we disappear in the doorway.

It's a short hallway with red carpet and black walls. A large mirror on one side stretching the length of the hallway, and a little window to what looks like a coat room on the other. Another man who could easily pass as a bouncer stands behind the counter taking bags and coats and passing out cards for people to be able to pick their stuff back up. It's completely packed with purses and female coats. Something is definitely off.

Zeke passes his coat along and receives a card as well.

"Coat sir." The one behind the counter asks gruffly.

"No thanks." I respond stiffly, resisting the urge to wrap my arms around myself defensively.

He shrugs and smirks lightly. "Suit yourself. But it's hot in there."

"Come on Four." Zeke tugs at my arm like a little kid at a water park. Eager to go down the big slide first. I roll my eyes at him and follow. Once again, I hear the bouncer snicker. I know there's the possibility that I'm paranoid but it all seems to be directed at me. Am I acting strange or something?

At the end of the hallway is a flight of stairs, black stairs with a red light hanging above as the only light source. They spiral down at least two flights. The lower we go, the louder the music becomes. At the base, we can see strobe lights going off. I can tell that Zeke is more excited than he has been in a long time. He just admitted yesterday that he could be in love with Shauna, and now he's anxious to see other females in skimpy clothing that their parents would disapprove of.

The ground beneath us feels almost like rubber, but it's solid for sure. It's black with what looks like flecks of neon paint scattered on the ground, and they glow under a black light that hangs from the ceiling.

There are girls everywhere. And not the dancing kind. They sit in tables, booths, up on an upper ring around the floor, and in the middle of the dance floor for guests, but not on the stage.

I tug Zeke backwards to the bar in the back of the room. It seems that most of the guys here have gravitated back here.

"You get dragged here by your girl too?" One of them turns to ask me.

I don't know exactly what to say.

"Four come on! We need to find a seat!" Zeke says impatiently tugging on my arm. He looks like a little kid in a candy store.

I look back at the guy. He eyes me carefully and inches away. "He's my friend." I say to him over the growing music.

His look softens a bit. "You're a good friend." Then he goes back to a conversation with someone else. What exactly does that mean?

"Zeke, why are there so many girls here?" I grab him by the collar as he almost follows a group of girls who walk by.

"Huh?"

"I've never been to a strip club before, but I'm pretty sure that this many girls never show up to watch female strippers."

Zeke takes a second to really look around. "Maybe they're into that kind of thing. Ooh! Maybe it's a lesbian night!"

My eyes harden at him. But before I can say anything else, the music picks up. Louder, faster, stronger. The girls in the room begin to scream and raise their drinks in the air. Some dance faster and others begin to clap.

That's when I realize what's going on. A poster to the left of the room with a big black and white picture of a male model it looks like, in a compromising position, and the words Night of Testosterone written in big red letters. The date beneath it, is today's date.

I want to punch Zeke in the face. Not only did he drag me to a strip club, but he dragged me here on the one night they have male dancers.

The first one walks out in a pair of black short shorts, suspenders and a fireman's hat. The girls go crazy. I peak a look over at Zeke, whose excitement is slowly dying down to confusion.

"Wha..?" He watches as more male dancers take the stage, and some take the floor, giving lap dances to girls and dry humping them. It's horrifying to watch. Like live porn as Zeke would call it. Live teasing. All of the guys around us seem to have a similar feeling of discomfort as I do. And if they're actually here with girlfriends, sisters, wives, or whatever, then they must feel worse than I do.

I can feel my face heating up at the thought of what these guys are going through. How can they allow such a thing? It doesn't make any sense to me. Sure I get that there's nothing wrong with partners having fun on their own, but did they really need to bring their guy along? I know I wouldn't like it. What's mine is mine.

Her face comes to mind. I push it away. She's not mine. Feelings of jealousy and confusion rush through me. What if she already has a guy? The thought makes my chest hurt. I turn back to the bar and put my head down. I can't think with the loud music playing.

"Four?" Zeke's hand is on my shoulder. We've been played.

"It's a male stripper night Zeke." I groan at him.

"Yeah I figured that much out." He sighs sadly next to me.

He's still not getting it. "Eric invited us to the night of male strippers!" I shout, though it doesn't sound like shouting in here.

His face turns like he's eaten something sour. "But at least we're members now."

I glare at him. Then turn and start walking away. I'm leaving.

"Four!" Zeke pushes through the crowd.

"They thought you were my gay friend, the way you were acting, hurrying to get in here. That's why the bouncers were laughing."

"Or we could have been gay lovers on a night out. You are wearing a leather jacket after all." He smirks, trying to get me to smile I think.

It doesn't work. "I'm going." I turn and walk away.

"Oh come on."

"I'm not going to sit here and watch guys dance like this for girls."

He pulls on my coat. My neck heats up as the spotlight flashes over us only briefly. That must be why the dancers wear hardly anything at all. Zeke looks at me pleading. "You said two hours!"

"That was before I knew it was male strippers." I push back trying to get away from him.

"Jeez Four, just enjoy the embarrassing moment. We'll laugh about it later. But hey, we're members now." He adds once more, as if saying that will get me to stay. He was trying to look on the bright side of things. A groan builds in my chest.

"Fine. But you owe me."

He smiles. "Of course. Anyway, it won't be that bad. We'll just sit back and watch. Have a few drinks. It will be funny in the morning." Somehow I don't think it will be funny for another ten years.

"I hate you." I growl as we walk back to the bar.

"You love me and you know it." He adds with a little extra flare as we pass other guys at the bar. They look at me sympathetically. I brush them off. But when Zeke orders us fruity drinks with paper umbrellas, I want to punch him in the face.

"If I'm going to laugh about it, I'm going to make sure it's definitely worth laughing about." He says as he hands me the drink. I'm really suppressing the urge to clock him.

I take a seat at the bar, holding the blue and pink drink with a stern expression. I probably look ridiculous. I even glance at the other guys for help, but they seem to be caught up in their own conversations. Keeping their heads down as their girls, whoever they are scream with joy.

A young man pushes his way up to the bar. I say young because he looks young in the face, but he has to be close to my age. His voice is too deep. He's wearing a tight black shirt and even tighter jeans. Too tight. He orders some kind of elaborate drink that I've never heard of.

I tried my best to look straight ahead at the dancers since Zeke was off somewhere flirting with a group a girls here for a 21st birthday. He said his angle was to be a guy either into guys or to swing both ways so they would trust that he's not there simply to hit on them. So far it looks like it's working. But I could feel eyes on me, and I have an unfortunate tendency not to look away when someone was looking at me. I find that if I look back at them, they'll stop it. I don't like to be looked at much.

"It's not polite to stare." I say gruffly looking at the young man.

Sure enough, he's staring at me. His dark eyes look me up and down. His mocha skin seems to have a sheen layer of sweat, as though he just finished dancing with the male strippers. Actually that's not a very fair term. Stripper indicates that they'll take off more clothes, but these guys are already wearing next to nothing.

"Sorry, I thought I knew you from somewhere." He answers kindly. Then looks away.

"George! George man where are those drinks?" A second young man comes up to the bar. He too looks sweaty and out of breath. He has much lighter skin than this George character, and only wears a loose black shirt and a pair of jeans. No shoes. Odd.

"They're coming." He smiles at the second guy, who then turns his look to me.

"Hey I know you."

"No, you probably don't." I say setting the colorful drink Zeke ordered for me down on the counter. He's still not back. I glance over to the direction he disappeared to and see him up against the wall making out with a girl wearing a tiara and short black dress. I roll my eyes and mumble some unkind words under my breath.

"Yeah! Yeah I do know you!" George looks at me. "You're Amar's T.A. Four."

This grabs my attention. "You know Amar?"

George looks a little guilty then. Picking up the drink that was just set down by the bartender. "I figured he wouldn't mention me. I'm George Wu, Amar's ex-boyfriend."

Well I certainly wasn't expecting that. I had always had my suspicions about Amar's preferences when it came to matters of the heart, but I never asked because it was never my business. "Oh. No he's never mentioned you." George looks a little worse. "But we never talk about personal relationships so that might be why."

"Thanks for trying to make me feel better." He says grimly, but manages to smile.

The second guy pats George's shoulder. New boyfriend maybe? Then he turns to me. "I know you from school. You T.A. a class a friend of mine is in."

"Which friend?" I ask sarcastically.

"Her name is Beatrice." Everything slows down. He says something else but I don't really hear him. "You might not know her, but she's in an English class of yours." Tris, her stern expression flashes in front of me. Heat creeps up my neck and threatens to show on my face. Stop it Four! "I've seen you walk out of the building after her." Then he laughs to himself. "Well I mean not right after her because that would be creepy." He extends a hand to me. "I'm Robert."

He's the one she meets after class with Christina. I recognize him now. After only seeing him from a distance before, now here he is.

I don't shake his hand. He begins to pull it away. "It's not you." I say to him. "I don't shake hands, with anyone."

He smiles then. A little sloppily. Perhaps he's already had too much to drink. "You afraid of germs?"

"Something like that."

George and Robert leave then, going back to a table with a few others and they continue to laugh and drink. I watch them for a little while. Knowing that the pair of eyes who were looking at me before are now gone, but I can't help but feel like I'm still being watched.

A flash of blonde hair catches my attention to the side of the stage. But it soon turns out to be a girl in a tight blue and black dress, piss drunk. I release a heavy sigh I didn't know I was holding. Why am I looking for blonde hair?

The name Tris appears in my head in Zeke's voice. I put my head back down on the table. I can't be constantly thinking about her. Even with her stormy eyes, bright hair and a stare that could stop any man in his tracks. What makes it even more attractive, is that she doesn't flaunt it. I wonder if she even knows she has that ability? That makes it even more attractive. Dammit.

Zeke has now returned. A huge grin on his face. He sways a little, and mumbles something about how many numbers he got. I smile a little, thinking about how hung over he's going to be.

"How are you ladies liking the show?" A hard icy voice says to us.

"Just fine Eric. Thank you so much for inviting us." Zeke slurs slapping Eric on the back. "Do you know how many digits I've gotten from drunk girls this fine night? So many!" He laughs.

Eric looks a little angry at this outburst. He mumbles something like idiot under his breath and shrugs Zeke's arm off his back.

"And you Four? Enjoying yourself?" He smirks a little at me. He knows my rather harsh upbringing. He used to call me Stiff for how easy it was to make me flush with embarrassment.

"It's different than anything I've experienced so far that's for sure." I comment, my face strictly stern.

His smile widens. "I figured you would enjoy tonight. But now that you're members, you're more than welcome to come back any other night you please. I would recommend Tuesdays, Thursdays or Saturdays." He winks at Zeke, who hasn't noticed at all.

Why is he being so nice? Eric is never nice. He always has something else on his mind. "We will fo sho!" Zeke shouts obnoxiously. I have no idea how many drinks or shots he had when flirting around, but he's definitely done for the night.

I hear some other shouting and Eric begins to direct his smirk at Zeke, his eyes flitting back to the stage. An announcer suddenly shouts out a name and the females of the crowd begin chanting, "Snake! Snake! Snake!" I hope it's just a name and not some sexual innuendo.

A man with dark skin is raised onto the stage on a platform from somewhere below. He keeps his head down. A black trench coat over his body and a black fedora covering his head. This is practically asking for trouble, I can only imagine where its going to lead.

The music slows down and he begins to walk out on the catwalk in the middle of the guest dance floor. Girls frantically reach up to touch him. Even his boots. He flashes a white smile, but I still can't see his face.

At the first sound of a pounding drum, the coat comes off, and the hat flies somewhere into the crowd. He stomps the ground and begins some kind of tribal looking dance. I have to say, he is mesmerizing the way he moves. It's impressive how he keeps to the fast beat. But then he looks up and dread fills my stomach. My head spins and I can only imagine what Zeke is thinking.

Zeke has frozen in place and sobered up immediately.

"I thought you said he was busy tonight." I say looking over at Zeke.

He just nods, and then falls over backwards, out cold.

Eric just laughs and motions for some of his goons to help pull Zeke up. I follow them and watch as they lead him out of the club. I pick up his coat for him and then help Zeke to his car. I drive him home. I put him in his own bed. Laying him face down in case he gets sick and place his garbage bin on the side of the bed. Wishing I too could slip into unconsciousness after what was just revealed.

Uriah is a male dancer. I'm not sure if Zeke will yell at him, make fun at him, or use him to get girls. Either way, I should steer clear of it when it does happen.

I hear Zeke groan from the bed. He rolls over and pukes. Missing the bin.

It's going to be a long night.

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