Love in a Strip Club: Pewdiecry

Chapter 14

Eyyyyyy, new chapter, made it pretty long. Hope you enjoy, I guess ._.

Trigger warning: suggestions of rape

-pewds/Felix's pov-

I gulped, drawing my eyes away from the larger man. Well, I guess it won't be that bad, right? I mean whatever "game" Ken is wanting to play should be fun...

"what's this game?" I asked, turning towards the TV. It still was playing the weird ass music of Mount Your Friends.

"If I told you, that would ruin the surprise." Ken chuckled darkly. I walked up to the TV, ready to shut it off. I heard Ken walk away from the living area. I pressed the hotel TV's power button off. A soft clang came from behind me. Turning toward the sound, I saw the brown eyed man come back to me with two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine in his hands. He sat down beside me, leaning on the coffee table that was in front of the TV.

"Do you like wine?" the larger man turned to me, a grin plastered on his face. I nodded,

"I don't really have a huge preference when it comes to alcohol." I admitted, and Ken chuckled,

"I will have to remember that." he popped open the lid, a soft sizzle coming from the elegant bottle. Ken grabbed the thin part of a wine glass, starting to pour some of the drink inside. But before he poured the second, he turned back to me. His brown eyes were shining with happiness, but something seemed off about it. Ken spoke, "hey, can you go into the kitchen and grab two napkins?"

"uh, sure?" I got up, walking towards the dim food area. There was a paper roll of paper towels. I grabbed two sheets, turning quickly towards my friend. He was waiting for me, a glass of wine in his hands. I gave him an awkward smile, as we traded out items. Something was off about this, and I hope he knew about it.  But by the mischievous glint in his eyes, I think he notices the opposite. I sat back down on the grey couch.

"Let's chat," Ken started, taking a sip of his drink. I repeated the gesture. The soft sting of the alcohol morphed down my throat, only leaving more desire for the drink to corrupt my mind.

"'bout what?" I leaned back on the black leather couch.

"Oh, anything. Like how you were hanging out with a stripper," his voice trailed off, brown eyes locking with my blue. The wine stopped midway down my throat as I took another taste. "yeah, now that I think about it, why were you hanging out with a slut?"

"He's not a slut!" I cut in, setting my alcohol down. "Ryan is a chill dude, and a life saver. Literally!" the words flowed out of my mouth with ease, the annoyance and anger tied together in a little knot with my words.

"Literally?" the southern man questioned, taking another sip. I watched him, hesitant to tell the situation, before speaking,

"I was at a strip club not that long ago," I turned away from the man, staring at the tan wall, "for this Late Night Prime thing that would go on at this place. While I was there, this drunk guy started hitting on me, and tried to rape me." my voice quivered, lip shaking, "but then Ryan came up from behind and smacked Mad, or the creepy dude, with a wooden board and helped me. I don't know what happened afterwards, but I know that I woke up in the backstage area in the morning, with Ryan there to watch me."

When I finished confessing, I turned to Ken. He was listening calmly. His brown eyes were filled with something that I could not comprehend.

"So I am guessing this stripper guy is pretty important to you now? Important enough for you to invite him to your house?" something sparked in his words. Something that I recognized all too well. Jealousy. My heart thumped, staring at the american with worry clouding all other expressions,