Author's Note: Gaby...excellent review! That made my day, lol...
"Idiot! Imbecile! Stupid fool! Brainless maggot!"
"Dad…" Lucas interrupted.
But Dan wasn't through. After the end of the game, after the media interviews and long after the masses had begun filing out to the parking area, in the green room sat Deb, Lucas, Brooke, Peyton, Jenny, Jake and a smirking Nathan with an irate Dan.
"It's cool, Luke", Nathan interjected. "Go for it, Dad. Come on. I could sit here all night. What else you got? Dumbass? Fucking moron?"
"Actually yes and yes but now is not the time to get cute, Nathan. What the hell is your problem?"
"I have no problems, Dad. In fact, I'm feeling real good. And since my brother's team not only won the game, but he scored a career high in points, I think it's only fitting that we celebrate. What do you say, everybody?"
"It's late, Deb", sighed.
"Yeah", Peyton added. "Jenny's tired."
"No, I'm not", the little girl whined.
"Yes, you are", Peyton pinched her.
"I think I'll pass on the celebrating", Brooke noted, only imagining what Nathan had in mind.
"Well, I can't hang with the Tree Hill party poopers tonight", Nathan shrugged. "I guess I'll celebrate by myself. I'll check you guys later."
Lucas gave Brooke a look and she just nodded. She understood. It wouldn't be wise to leave him all alone to do God knows what.
"It's my celebration, right, little brother?"
Nathan smiled.
"Alright. What about you, Jagielski? Peyton, are you willing to cut the apron strings for one evening?"
"Jake can do what he wants", the blonde said coolly.
"I'm in, man", Jake answered after a pleading look from Lucas.
"Okay. Let's get this party started then. I know just the place."
"That's exactly what I was afraid of", Lucas muttered under his breath.
"Don't wait up, Deb", Dan said.
"Who invited you?" Nathan snorted.
"I invited myself, son. Besides, someone needs to babysit you."
"If that's your excuse", Nathan laughed. "Just know I'm not responsible if your ass has another heart attack."
The women exchanged worried glances as their men went off into the night with Nathan. In the center of town, the three Scotts plus one found themselves at the hottest strip club in town.
"Strippers?" Jake questioned.
"They prefer the term 'exotic dancers'", Nathan joked. "Now come on, Jagielski. Grow some balls and change out for some one dollar bills. We're gonna have a good time."
The bouncer immediately recognized two celebrities and the foursome was given the VIP treatment. Drinks flowed freely and Nathan dove right in. He warmed up with a couple of beers before helping himself to champagne and finally shots of any and everything that was being brought out to them.
"Dude, you want to slow down?" Lucas asked.
Nathan just laughed as he put 500 cash on the table.
"Are you my brother or my mother? Come on, man. We're here to have a good time. Relax. The bill's on me, tonight. And remember…what happens at the strip club, stays at the strip club."
Lucas continued nursing his first beer as the first lady, an exotic looking beauty with huge breasts and a skimpy G string sauntered her way over to the table. It was as if they could smell the money.
"Hey handsome", she cooed at Nathan.
"What's up, sexy?" he asked, stuffing a 20 in her panty line. "What's your name?"
"Alexa."
"Nice to meet you, Alexa. I'm…"
"I know who you are. You're Nathan Scott. I've seen you in all the papers but uh…you're much hotter in person. You want a lap dance, baby?"
"Maybe later but how about one for the Old Man?"
"Nathan…" Dan whispered tersely.
Alexa smiled.
"You mean to tell me this gorgeous, sexy, hunk of a man is your father?"
Dan grinned at the dancer.
"Well, I did start young…"
She returned his smile and began to straddle him, letting him untie her bikini top as she danced for him right at the table.
"Who knew that was all it took to shut him up?" Nathan laughed. "What about you two?"
"Nah", Jake said.
"Come on, Jagielski. Peyton won't mind. And neither will Brooke. Okay, of course Brooke will mind but she doesn't have to know. It's a guys' night out, right? You two stiffs pick out the two hottest babes in here and I got it covered. Drinks and private dances for all."
"No thanks, man", Lucas said.
"Suit yourself", Nathan shrugged. "Your loss."
"I'm gonna go use the bathroom", Jake said before getting up.
"Yeah right", Nathan loudly called out after him. "Tell Peyton I said 'hi' when you call her, you pussy whipped motherfucker."
"Dude…" Lucas began.
"I'm cool. Jake knows I'm just teasing."
"You okay?"
"I'm great, man. Never been better."
"I mean it. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah."
"Nate, I'm sorry about Haley…"
"Don't be. Shit happens, you know? It's cool. I'm living my life and she can go live hers. I sincerely hope she and Rock Star are very happy together."
"Nathan…"
"What? I mean it. Maybe I should send them a telegram", he quipped.
"Don't be a dick, man. Look, I know it hurts…"
Nathan looked his brother right in the eye.
"I'm okay. I've got my life and my own kid to think about and I'm happy with that. Haley can do whatever she wants with whoever she wants."
"I know. It just…"
"Just what?"
"It just sucks that she lied to me. You know, about sleeping with Chris."
"Yeah it does suck but I'm not surprised. She lied to me at first about kissing him. Hell, she was probably fucking him the whole time", he took another drink. "Oh well. Hope that prick enjoys my sloppy seconds."
Lucas opened his mouth but what could he say?
"Just…I don't know what to think either but don't go back to that. Don't disrespect her, Nate."
"She already disrespected herself", he said quietly as Jake returned.
The men sat in silence until a beautiful blonde named, Golda, approached them. Long hair, perfect tan, gorgeous but fake breasts and sparkling green eyes. She was 5 feet 10 inches of perfection.
"Private dance?" she offered.
Nathan nodded and she took his hand.
"Hey Nate", Lucas called out.
"I'm good. Just hold down the fort for me guys and make sure Dad doesn't need us to call 911", he laughed.
They moved to the "champagne room" where the old classic from Akinyele, "Put In Your Mouth" began to play. The lights dimmed and the Golda quickly removed her sexy red dress. She danced seductively to the music, humping his leg as she removed her bra and thong. She was totally naked and totally hot, writhing all over him.
Like any human male, Nathan's manhood rose to attention but his focus was more on his drink replenishment than sex. Golda tried to kiss him but he kept moving his face away.
"You want to fuck me?" she whispered.
"Not really", he took another sip.
She looked crushed for a minute but rebounded quickly when he tossed her a 50 dollar bill. Sinking seductively to her knees, she undid his belt and he lifted his hips to assist in easing his pants down. Golda massaged his massive erection through his boxers before lowering her mouth to pleasure him. He didn't make a noise, only took another drink before callously guiding her head in the right direction and pace. He threw his head back, on the verge of coming when the curtain opened.
"Dude, what the fuck?"
Golda and Nathan looked. Saint Lucas to interrupt the moment and save the day.
"Bro, give me a break. She's pretty good. You can have Goldie when I'm done."
"It's Golda", she pouted.
"Whatever."
Lucas marched over and grabbed the drink from Nathan's hand.
"Fucking idiot!"
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Pull your pants up. We're leaving!
"Why? Party's just starting."
"No, Nathan, it's ending! You're going back to the hotel…to your pregnant wife!"
Nathan rolled his eyes and stumbled as he struggled to get dressed. Lucas dragged him out.
"Luke…"
"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up! I can't believe you, Nathan! You go from one extreme to another!"
"Dude, it was just a little head. It's not cheating."
Lucas wanted to punch Nathan in his big fat head but it was no use. His little brother had already passed out in a heap on the floor.