Chapter 2: Kicking Me When I'm Down
Marco sat down inside the chair as Dylan had instructed and bit his lip as Dylan took a picture of him." Smile baby" Dylan muttered as he snapped another one and another one until he had six in all. He waited for them to develop, since it was an instant camera and held up the pictures for Marco to see." Choose the best picture" He commanded as Marco choose a picture of him with a big smile. Dylan winced and picked the picture of Marco looking like he was about to cry instead." This, my dear…whatever your name is…is your head shot"
"Head shot?" Marco repeated
"Yes, you idiot" Dylan sighed," We're gonna put it on your fake I.D"
"Fake ID:" Marco asked.
"When I sneak you into the club? SO you can be a dancer…on the pipes….like we agreed last night?" Dylan asked.
"Before or after you slipped that thing into my drink?" Marco asked cluelessly.
"Before" Dylan sighed out.
"Before or after I lost consciousness?" Marco continued,
"After"
"Before or after you said you loved me?"
"I don't remember that part, probably in between" Dylan replied.
"Bef-"
"Shut the hell up okay, you're going to the club with me tonight, end of story" Dylan snapped as he put the camera down," Come on shorty, let's go make out in a corner"
"Okay" Marco piped up
Love Lesson 4:
Marco baby, please, don't let Dylan keep slipping those "Peppermints" into your drinks. Because those aren't peppermints
Marco and Dylan made their way to the entry of the club, the high techno music banging in their ears. Dylan was dressed as a 70s pimp and Marco was dressed as Sarah Michelle Gellar, buffy get up and all. Just for kicks Dylan got him the Britney spears high school girl braids too. "Mark...meet Marco" Dylan said to the bouncer.
"hey" a gruff voice replied as Dylan grabbed Marco ass and walked into the club, " Ready to have some fun, darling?" Dylan asked.
Marco smiled," Sure!"
"Here, have a peppermeint" Dylan said, handing Marco one as he headed for the dance floor. He signed over at the bartender. " Mitch, get the poles ready"
"It's Manny" The guy said darkly.
"Did I fuck you?" Dylan asked smugly.
"Yeah..."
"Then you're name is fucking Mitch, get the poles ready, my kid here wants to dance" Dylan replied, rubbing Marco's head.
"Dylan...my head hurts" He whispered.
"Good, the fun's just starting..."
HISS! evil Dylan. review.
