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The scene at Paddy's Pub was nothing out of the ordinary. Dennis and his ego were behind the bar, cleaning the counter with uncharacteristic vigour. A spot on the bar (as wide as his arms could reach) was gleaming under his assault. By the time he finished, it would likely be the cleanest thing in the place.
Mac was engaged in an animated discussion with Charlie.
"No, dude," Charlie protested, brandishing his rat bat with untamed enthusiasm. "You gotta sneak up on it like a ninja, and then... WHACK! Rat soup!"
Mac screwed up his face in distaste. "Charlie, I've told you a thousand times. The power of Christ compels the rats away. You just need faith! You know what? I bet we could get Cricket down in the nest to do an exorcism for a sixer-"
Rolling his eyes at the inane discussion, Dennis interrupted, "Guys, we've got more pressing matters at hand than rats."
Their suspicion was immediate. Charlie glanced at Mac, grip tightening on his rat bat. Mac glanced back at Charlie.
Charlie lifted an eyebrow incredulously, directing his scepticism towards Dennis.
"...More pressing matters than rats?" Charlie strained through his teeth, repeating Dennis' words as if he couldn't believe he'd heard correctly.
"Dude, what are you, some kind of rat sympathiser? If you've been compromised, I, as Head of Security, need to know about it." Mac looked at Dennis with an intense expression, letting him know he was deadly serious. He doesn't fuck around when it comes to protection. Maybe he was a little lax' on the 'serving' part of protect and serve, though.
"Gentlemen, fellas, boys, relax." He lifted his head and looked at them, his eyes shining and his lips curled into an almost human-like smile. "I've got a brilliant plan that will boost our revenue and get Paddy's Pub on the map."
They'd been privy to Dennis' 'brilliant plans' before, and they usually ended with pain, disappointment, or both. But there was something in Dennis' tone that intrigued them. Something serious, and dare they think it, genuine.
"Dennis, your last brilliant plan ended with me and Mac naked under a bridge, hungover and covered in feathers," Charlie said, leaning on his rat bat. "What is it now? Are we faking our deaths again or- or selling syphoned gas? Because you gotta get someone else to do the sucking this time, bro, I still don’t taste things real good."
"Dennis," Mac started. "This isn't another pyramid scheme, is it?"
"Or reverse funnel scheme-" Charlie made sure to clarify.
"No, no. Way bigger than that," Dennis said, his voice oozing confidence. He was grinning now, the gleam in his eye getting dangerously bright. "I've been doing some market research on some of Philly’s gentlemen's clubs. Those dives smelled like stale booze soaked into floorboards and microwaved hot dogs, and were still packed floor to ceiling; they were all smash hits! I had to go way outta’ town to find them, too, there’d be no competition!"
"Research? Markets? Smash Hits?" Mac asked, his eyes squinting in confusion. "Is this some complicated business-sports combination metaphor?"
"What? No, Mac," Dennis sighed, rubbing his temples. "I mean, if we turned Paddy's Pub into an exclusive gentlemen's club, we could be making a lot of money."
"A gentlemen's club?" Charlie repeated, scratching his head. "I like being a gentleman, but I don't know if I'm experienced enough to start a club. I mean, I do have a tuxedo and a monocle..."
Dennis was growing exasperated, "No, guys, look. A gentlemen's club is just a classy word for a strip joint."
Charlie's eyebrows shot up again, this time in pleasant surprise.
Mac was quick to chime in. "I don't know how the church would feel about me running a strip club."
"Dude, screw the church! We'd have women in here in their underwear, and wearing tall shoes, an- and collecting cash in their butts-"
Mac grimaced as he exclaimed, "Ew, gross, I don't wanna be paid in butthole dollars! Also, Charlie, you ever talk about the church like that again I'll introduce you to God with my fists-"
"Guys, you're missing the point." Dennis's voice cut through their arguing. "We won't be just running the place; we'd be the main event! We'd be the entertainment."
A collective silence fell over the duo as they digested the information. Dennis's idea was actually starting to sound promising for once until the bombshell inevitably dropped.
"Wait, are you saying we have to dance?" Mac asked, his voice faltering. "Naked? In front of people?"
Dennis nodded, a grin spread across his face. "Exactly."
"But Dennis, I can't dance," Charlie objected. "And Mac's only dance move would probably get him arrested."
"No need to worry, Charlie. The patrons won't be here for the quality of the dance moves," Dennis assured him. "They'll be here for an exclusive glimpse of the perfect, chiselled-from-stone, au naturel form of the famous Golden God."
Mac and Charlie gave him a look that said Really, man?
"Oh and you two, as well, of course. There's always gonna be stragglers - dudes and ugly chicks that need distracting. Yup. You guys' bodies. Your nude, sweaty bodies. Just floppin'- dancin' around…
Good! Now that we're on the same page, let's get started!"
Blissfully unaware of the boys' newest venture, Dee was busy behind the bar, shaking cocktails with a vigour only rivalled by Dennis' cleaning. As she garnished the drinks with an unnecessary number of umbrellas, she heard her name being mentioned across the room.
"So," she began, sauntering over to the boys, her voice filled with false nonchalance, "I couldn't help overhearing my name. And given that it wasn't followed by a stream of insults, I'm going to assume you're finally realising my potential."
Mac let out a derisive snort, while Dennis and Charlie started laughing uncontrollably, gripping the edge of the elevated pub table they were stationed at for support.
"Oh, Sweet Dee, No," Dennis sighed, wiping his eyes. "Don't assume your name will ever be mentioned in the same sentence as the word potential."
"But I am realising something," Charlie interrupted, between bouts of laughter. "I'm realising that your face is even more bird-like when you're hopeful. It's like looking at a hopeful ostrich."
Ignoring Charlie's remark, Dee turned to Dennis, her face pinched in annoyance. "Fine, what are you guys cooking up this time? Because if it's another scam-"
"No scams," Dennis interrupted. "We're going legit this time."
Before Dee could comment on the implausible claim, Mac chimed in. "We're opening a gentlemen's club."
Dee blinked at them, shocked. "Wait, you guys are starting a strip joint? And you didn't think to include me in the lineup?"
"The lineup? Dee, please," Dennis scoffed. "You think people would pay to see your gangly bird body prance around a stage?"
"People would pay good money to see me perform, Dennis," Dee countered, her fists clenched in frustration. "I'm a trained actress! I can dance, sing, do comedy routines... I'd be perfect!"
"Dance? Sing? Definitely not. Comedy? You're already a joke, Dee." Mac interjected, a smug smile on his face. Charlie lifted his hand up to Mac for a high-five.
"Alright, alright, enough." Dennis interjected, effectively ending the squabble. "Dee, you're not going near the stage, someone has to serve the drinks."
"But what about Mac and Charlie? They work here, too, what can't they do it?" Dee countered in her usual whiny tone.
"Because, Dee, Mac and Charlie will be predisposed. You see… They will be my supporting acts. My lower billing, lesser co-stars, if you will. The entourage for my performance-"
"Dude, I think she gets it." Mac interrupted.
"Wait a minute, you guys are the strippers?" It was Dee's turn to burst into laughter. "You think people won't pay to see me naked, but they'd pay to watch some ageing bartenders and a rat murderer wave their below-average dicks around?"
"Okay, first off, Dee, have some class for God's sake. There will be no dick-waving. It'll be a tasteful display of masculinity and passion. The mere suggestion of dicks. That's what really draws people in- the promise of more that's always just out of reach. Gets people hot and loose so that they'll be loose with their cash." Dennis articulated, complete with grandiose gestures, a self-assured grin plastered on his face.
"Besides," he continued, leaning on the table with that gleam back in his eyes, "my physique alone will have people flocking in. Lonely old heiresses with too much time and too much money, yearning for the sight of virile youth, they'll come stumbling in like lost kittens. Their wealthy, manicured fingers will be itching to shower us with the green result of decades of inheritance and marital disillusionment. And who are we, Dee, to deny these sweet old songbirds their fun? Mac, Charlie, and I, we're basically a live-action telenovela for them, only with more sweat and fewer commercial breaks.”
Charlie, who had been watching the discussion with increasing confusion, finally interjected. "Wait, are we actually getting naked in front of old ladies?"
"Charlie," Dennis sighed, rolling his eyes. "I just told you. It's not about getting naked. It's about the tease. The allure. The promise of nudity."
"But... but..." Charlie stuttered, his eyes wide and apprehensive, "I don't wanna promise nudity!"
"Well, too late for that now, Charlie," Dennis said dismissively, "Contracts already signed. You're officially part of the Paddy's Pub Gentlemen's Club."
Dee finally regained her composure, wiping tears from her eyes. She shook her head and said, "This has to be the worst idea you guys have ever had. And believe me, that's saying something."
"Oh, Dee, you poor dumb bitch." Dennis said, with an air of amused superiority. "You just don't get it, do you? This is the start of something big. We're about to change the game, you'll see. So, go ahead, underestimate us. It'll make our victory all the sweeter."
Dee scoffed and started back towards the bar, still shaking her head in disbelief. As she began wiping down the counter, she muttered under her breath, "Good luck, bozos. Can't wait to see how you screw this one up."
With just the trio left at the table, Dennis started, "Alright, gentlemen," He nodded his head in emphasis of the word. "That was a great business meeting. So I'll see you both at my apartment tonight at 10 for rehearsal?"
"I live there, I literally have no choice."
"That's the spirit, Mac!" Dennis clapped him on the back harder than was necessary.
***
The scene at Mac and Dennis's apartment come 10pm was sad at best. The living room had been rearranged to optimise floor space, and a 90s-era cassette player sat squarely in the middle of the rug.
"Does that thing even still work?" Mac tapped it with an outstretched, socked foot.
"Well it won't if you keep jostling it like that, Mac!" Dennis said, already exasperated with the whole thing.
"I didn't jostle anything, I'm just saying that thing's old as balls. And not like my young, fruitful balls, like an old dude's dusty balls."
"Please can we not talk about old wrinkly balls, I'm getting uncomfortable as it is." Charlie was sitting on the couch, arms and legs crossed defensively.
"Okay, you added the wrinkly part so that's on you-"
"Mac, holy shit, shut up." Charlie's voice was straining, matching Dennis’ tetchiness.
"Alright, enough with the ball talk." Dennis interrupted, his patience wearing thin.
"I picked up a little something, just to loosen you up a bit." He pulled out a small baggie filled with pills from his back pocket. "These should help us get into the flow."
"What are those?" Mac asked, eyeing the pills wearily.
"Performance enhancers," Dennis replied cryptically, handing Mac and Charlie two pills each.
"You mean like steroids?" Charlie questioned, holding the pills at arm's length as if it might explode.
"No, not like steroids," Dennis snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Now just take them. Trust me, they'll help."
Mac and Charlie exchanged glances, but shrugged and downed the pills, chasing them with swigs from their beer cans. Dennis popped an extra one for good measure, before inserting a tape labelled "sex jams" into the player.
Within minutes, the atmosphere in the apartment shifted dramatically. Mac and Charlie found themselves moving with an unexpected fluidity, their bodies swaying to the beats echoing from the cassette player's tinny speakers.
"What was in those pills, dude?" Mac asked, his words slightly slurred as he attempted to do a body roll. "I'm feeling... kinda good."
Dennis just smirked and started a seductive sway of his hips. "You're welcome." He held Mac's gaze as he took a stance, legs shoulder-width apart, then pushed his hips back while bending his knees. He smoothly descended, his ass inches above the ground. He hovered there for a brief moment before raising himself back up to his full height in one smooth motion.
Mac looked impressed, his mouth falling open slightly in surprise. "Woah dude, where did you learn that? That was amazing."
Dennis's smirk returned as he just tapped the side of his nose, refusing to give up his sources.
Mac seemed to have forgotten about the whole eternal-damnation thing, because he was currently parading around the living room with a newfound swagger, and damn if he didn't look good doing it.
Even Charlie was now mimicking a slow grind he'd seen on some late-night TV show.
"Is anyone else getting hot?" Charlie tugged on the neck of his shirt where a patch of damp sweat had started to form.
"Now that you mention it, it's boiling in here, dude." Mac mirrored Charlie's movements, except the dark sweat stains on his sleeveless vest were most prominent under his pits and along the line of his spine.
"It's not the temperature, it's the company." Dennis's eyes were still fixed on Mac, his pupils blown wide.
"Dude, you're staring." Mac lowered his voice as he leaned towards Dennis's space.
"I'm just appreciating the view." Dennis's voice dropped equally low.
"That's nice of you to say, but I think I'm gonna go change my shirt," Mac said, and made to move towards his bedroom.
"Wait," Dennis grabbed his arm, and pulled him back, "don't change, you look good."
Mac's breath caught in his throat. "Oh," he croaked, "okay."
Dennis released his grip but didn’t take any steps back.
"So... What now?" Mac asked, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice.
"We dance." Dennis replied simply, wiggling his hips in emphasis.
"We're already dancing, dude."
"No, we dance. Together."
"What, like another routine?"
"No, not like a routine, like... us dancing, together." Dennis said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"You want me to dance with you?" Mac asked, his face scrunched in confusion.
Dennis just raised his eyebrows suggestively.
Mac's eyes went wide. "Oh, I'm not so sure about that-"
"Come on, dude, you've seen how I move. We could be dynamite on stage." Dennis was suddenly a lot closer to him than before, and Mac could feel his breath on his face.
Mac swallowed hard, and whispered, "I dunno... I've never really danced with another guy before..."
"Don't be scared, Mac, I got you," Dennis said, turning Mac around and pulling him against his chest. Mac's ass brushed lightly against Dennis's crotch as he did so. A crotch that felt suspiciously firm. Mac tilted his hips back again to make sure he hadn't imagined it.
Nope. Uh-uh, he had not imagined it.
A full-body shiver ran through Mac against his will, and he found his mouth suddenly very dry.
Before he could decide whether or not he should even acknowledge it, his parched lips were moving and words were forming in his sandpapered throat.
"Dude, are you hard right now?"
Dennis was about to ask if he liked what he felt, when something cut him off.
"Um, guys?" A strained voice travelled across the room, startling Mac. He had forgotten Charlie was there for a moment.
Mac broke free of Dennis's grasp to look over in his direction. "Yeah, Charlie, what's-?"
But Mac didn't need to finish asking what was wrong.
Charlie was looking at him with an almost pained expression. His cheeks were flushed bright pink, his hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his pupils were blown wide. Most notable, however, was the very obvious tent in his pants.
"Fuck..."
Mac couldn't help the expletive leaving his mouth. His body was doing a lot of things he couldn't control recently. Very recently. Suspiciously recently.
"Dennis…" He carefully repeated his earlier question. "What was in those pills?"
"Does it matter, baby boy?"
Mac couldn't help the blush that arose, despite how angry he was very quickly becoming. "Well yeah, look what you've done to Charlie!"
"Charlie is gonna be just fine, Mac, relax." Dennis attempted to soothe him, stroking his hand lightly up and down the muscle that surrounded Mac's ribs.
"How do you know that? Look at him, he's a mess! If you've made him sick, Dennis, I swear to the Almighty-" Mac exclaimed, exasperated at his friend's irritatingly selective empathy.
Dennis knew he wouldn't get through to Mac with words, he'd always been a man of actions. So he switched up his approach.
"Hey, Charlie, come here a sec would ya', sweetheart?"
Charlie didn't think twice before coming over to stand next to Dennis; completing the triangle as they stood facing each other.
"You tell me to stop if you want me to, okay, Charlie?" Dennis leaned his head down to look Charlie in the eye, his voice coming across almost sickly sweet. It was fitting that it made Mac's stomach feel something akin to nausea.
Charlie just nodded, his brain was even more mixed up than usual.
Dennis slid one hand around Charlie's waist and the other into the untamed hair at the back of his head. He used the hand on his head to pull him in gently, pausing for a second when Charlie whimpered. When he realised it wasn't an objection, he closed the remaining distance between them and placed a surprisingly chaste, but firm, kiss against Charlie's lips.
Charlie returned the kiss almost immediately, his mouth moving against Dennis' in a slow rhythm.
Mac's lips parted in stunned silence as he watched the scene unfolding before him. A sharp sting brought his attention to his lower lip, where a fine cut had split the skin. Blood welled up, turning the crack into a crimson line. The familiar grip of nausea clawed its way back, roiling from the pit of his stomach and threatening to ascend up his throat.
Another noise was drawn out of Charlie, this time louder and closer to a moan. Dennis took advantage of Charlie's parted lips to slip his tongue inside. The kiss was becoming increasingly heated as the methodical rhythm they had built up started to falter. Charlie was becoming more desperate, and Dennis' hips had started twitching of their own accord.
Dennis' hand moved from Charlie's hair, trailing down to the edge of his shirt. His fingertips grazed the exposed skin of Charlie's hips, catching the shirt's hem. With tantalising slowness, he began to inch the fabric upwards.
He only broke away from the kiss to finally lift the shirt over Charlie’s head, and when he leant back in, Mac couldn't help but follow his eyes along the trail of dark blonde hair leading down to his crotch.
Mac couldn't take it any more.
"Alright, enough!" Mac exclaimed. "You've made your point. You can stop."
Charlie whined at the notion of Dennis' lips leaving him for good. His grip on Dennis' bicep tightened.
Ignoring the fingernails digging into his skin, Dennis pulled back, leaving a crestfallen and thoroughly dishevelled Charlie in his wake.
"What's wrong, Mac? Are we getting jealous?" Dennis tried to come across as level and unbothered as possible, but his voice was breathy and his chest was rising and falling more rapidly than usual.
The noise that left Mac could only be described as a growl, as he gritted his teeth. "I'll show you jealous-"
He lunged forward at Dennis, hands raised menacingly towards him.
He could see something smouldering in Mac's eyes, and he felt the heavy air shift around them. Time seemed to slow for Dennis as he steeled himself for the anticipated blow, every muscle in his body tensing in readiness.
But the blow never came. Instead, Mac’s raised fists unfurled to grasp both sides of his head, pulling him in for a bruising kiss.
Dennis would be lying if he said the grip wasn't tight enough to hurt. He'd also be lying if he said he didn't like it.
It was Dennis' turn to surrender. His initial shock eased, his rigid posture softened, and he melted into the warmth and intensity of Mac's lips on his.
His hands instinctively sought out Mac, trailing up to his chest. His fingers gripped the fabric of Mac's shirt with a fervour that bordered on desperation.
Charlie had been watching them, his head swimming with equal parts arousal, confusion, and fear. He had gotten lost in the moment, had almost forgotten how much he was aching to be touched. The moment Dennis' lips had left his, he had felt a notable emptiness. An itch deep under his skin that he just couldn’t scratch.
But now that Dennis' lips were on Mac's, and his hands were on Mac's chest, Charlie couldn't help but feel like he was intruding.
He didn't want to intrude. He wanted to be touched.
The whine that escaped his throat did so without permission.
It was a pathetic, high noise, reminiscent of an attention-starved puppy that doesn't understand why his owner can't see or hear him.
The sound seemed to break through whatever haze had fallen over Dennis and Mac, and Mac broke away from Dennis as if scalded.
"Fuck, Charlie," Mac panted, his eyes wide. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise-"
"Mac, I don't know what's wrong with me. I just... I just need-" Charlie whimpered, his eyes beginning to glisten with unshed tears.
"Shh, Charlie, I know. Come here." Mac soothed as he untangled himself from Dennis, much to Dennis’ displeasure.
He cupped a hand under Charlie’s chin and tilted his head up, their height difference creating quite the distance between their faces. Mac had to bend forward to capture Charlie’s lips in an apologetic kiss.
Dennis cleared his throat loudly and pointedly. His face was flushed red, both frustration and arousal colouring his cheeks.
When Mac didn’t immediately pull away from the surprisingly tender kiss he was sharing with Charlie, Dennis became increasingly agitated. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other in a repetitive motion, the movement giving a small amount of relieving friction to his straining erection.
But obviously it wasn’t enough.
Dennis had to get through to them the only way his mind knew how in his current state. He grabbed Mac’s broad shoulders, flexing his fingers against the tight muscle for a moment of self-indulgence, before wrenching Mac away from Charlie with more force than was probably necessary.
“What the fuck, man-” Mac started, before the intense look on Dennis’ face that bordered on dangerous made him shut his mouth real fast.
“Both of you. Bedroom. Now.” It wasn’t a question.
Mac just nodded, grabbing hold of Charlie’s hand and leading him towards his bedroom.
“Nope.” Dennis said sternly and simply, stepping in front of Mac’s bedroom door to block the way. He gestured with a pointed look towards his own bedroom door. “Wrong choice.”
Mac suppressed a shudder at Dennis’ ordering him around so unashamedly. There was no sugar-coating, no manipulation, just plain, inarguable instructions. He didn’t need to think for himself. Mac could work with this.
As soon as all three men had crossed the threshold of Dennis’ bedroom, Dennis slammed the door shut behind them and locked it.
Mac and Charlie jumped in unison at the sudden noise, looking towards Dennis with startled expressions.
"Whoops, force of habit." Dennis chuckled at himself. He didn't move to unlock the door, though.
The situation seemed to ground them momentarily, and Mac and Charlie looked at each other with a sudden apprehension.
Dennis strode across the room and flicked on the lamp on his bedside table, bathing the room in a soft glow. Sitting down on the edge of his bed, he took a moment to survey the scene before him.
Mac and Charlie stood in the centre of the room, still facing each other. Both were damp with a thin sheen of sweat and breathing heavily. The tents in their pants had not waned in the slightest, even with the break in the action.
"So, how are we gonna do this?" Mac asked, his voice a little hoarse.
"Well, I was thinking..." Dennis started, "Mac, you get on your knees and suck me off. And then you can fuck Charlie."
Mac swallowed hard at the bluntness of the statement. But there was no part of it he disagreed with. Saliva started to collect on his tongue at the thought of Dennis' dick sliding down his throat.
He didn't trust his voice, so he decided it was easier to demonstrate his approval.
He crossed the room to where Dennis was perched on the bed, and in one smooth motion, he dropped to his knees in front of him.
Dennis noted how practised that movement seemed. He felt a surge of ugly jealousy at the thought that he probably wasn't the first. Well if he wasn't Mac's first, he'd make damn sure he was the best. Mac had rated him five stars after all. He had a lot to prove.
Mac had already nestled his face into Dennis' clothed crotch, and was nuzzling his hard cock through his jeans.
Fuck, Mac was always so eager. Dennis loved that about him.
Mac reached for the opening of Dennis' jeans with slightly shaky hands. He had almost got the button open when Dennis grabbed his hand to still his movements.
"Wait." Dennis said, Mac's face falling and a small whine leaving his throat. "Patience, Mac. Aren't you forgetting something?" Dennis teased.
Mac looked confused until he followed Dennis' gaze to where Charlie was still standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.
Charlie had undone his own jeans, and was fondling his cock with a hand in his underwear. The sight of Mac on his knees for Dennis; he hadn't even started sucking him off yet, but Charlie couldn't resist.
"We don't want him cumming before you get a chance to fuck him, do we, Mac?"
Mac looked scandalised, like he couldn't believe Charlie would do that to him.
Dennis revelled in the look on Mac's face. He loved getting him riled up. So he doubled down.
"What are you going to do about it, Mac?" His voice dropped to a low murmur, the question just between them.
Mac's expression changed to one of resolve as he seemed to find a solution.
He got up off his knees, the floorboards creaking underneath him were jarring in the otherwise quiet room.
He crossed the room to Dennis' closet. He knew which door he was aiming for. Opening it revealed a rack of neatly organised ties, laid out by thickness and colour. He scanned the display for a second, before landing on a slim, red tie. He took it out of the closet carefully, like it might bite him. He unravelled it and gave it a good tug to test its integrity.
Seemingly satisfied with his selection, he brought it over to Charlie, who was looking at him with wide, glazed eyes. He didn't say a word as he pushed down on Charlie's shoulders, guiding him to kneel on the time-worn rug.
Charlie's hands were trembling as Mac guided them behind his back. He wrapped the synthetic fabric around his wrists a few times, before tying them together in a neat but sturdy knot. The red material of the tie made the bindings resemble a bow garnishing a gift. It was oddly innocent, at least in contrast to the situation.
Dennis glanced in the direction of his hidden bedroom camera. The small red LED light, imperceptible to most, spread a comforting warmth throughout his body. He flashed it a quick wink for good measure. An appreciation of its unwavering loyalty. This whole thing had honestly not been the plan, but he could always count on it to be rolling when he needed it most.
Charlie was in a daze as he knelt, but the pressure on his wrists brought him back to the present. He tugged on his restraints, seeming to realise the consequences of his hands being out of action.
"W-wait, guys you can't- I need to- No, please, Mac, that's not fair!" Charlie started babbling.
"Shh, it's okay, Charlie," Dennis soothed. "Mac knows what he's doing."
"How come you get your dick sucked and I can't even touch myself." Charlie mumbled, pouting.
Dennis laughed at the petulance. "You're so cute when you're angry, Charlie. You should see yourself right now."
"I'm not angry, I'm just... frustrated." He rubbed his thighs together in an unconscious movement.
"Well, if you want something, you gotta wait for it, sweetheart." Dennis' amused, teasing tone didn't quite match the soothing words.
Mac was kneeling behind Charlie. He ran his hands over Charlie's chest and down to his stomach. He made a show of licking his lips as he leaned forward and placed a wet kiss on the nape of Charlie's neck.
Charlie let out a soft moan at the sensation. His head fell forward, chin resting on his chest.
"Alright, Mac, now get the fuck back here, okay?" Dennis' patience was, once again, running out.
And all too soon the lips on Charlie's neck were gone. The chill of the air hitting the damp spot left behind made him shiver.
He heard the rustle of movement as Mac returned to his position between Dennis' legs.
Mac started his second attempt at freeing Dennis from his jeans. This time he got the button undone with ease. He pulled down the zipper, and carefully eased the fabric over Dennis' hips. Dennis lifted his ass off the bed, allowing Mac to tug the jeans over his thighs, brushing the sensitive skin there as he worked. Dennis kicked off the material pooled around his feet, before tugging his shirt off and tossing it somewhere he'd probably find in a few weeks.
Mac gasped as he felt a strong hand on the back of his head, leaning back into it as the fingers tangled into his hair. Dennis pushed him down, surprisingly gently, towards his cock.
Mac didn't need encouragement. He parted his lips eagerly, his tongue reaching out to give the head of Dennis' cock a preliminary lick. Precum was already leaking from the tip, the taste a tangy heat on his tongue. He felt a spark of warmth spread right through his veins. He'd examine that feeling at some later date.
Dennis let out a low groan, and Mac's eyes fluttered closed. The sound spurred him on, and he took the head fully into his mouth. He sucked it in earnestly, his cheeks hollowing.
Charlie watched as Mac bobbed his head on Dennis' dick, his eyes fixed on the way his lips stretched around the girth. He couldn't help but whimper as he watched Mac take more and more of Dennis' length into his mouth.
"Fuck, Mac, you're so good at this," Dennis groaned, his voice thick with arousal. "You know I love your lips, baby boy." Dennis continued, his tone low and raspy. "So good for sucking cock."
Mac moaned around Dennis' dick, his hips canting forward at the praise.
Dennis used his grip on Mac's hair to guide him down further, easing every inch down Mac's throat until his nose was nestled amongst his soft pubic curls.
"Look at you, taking all of me. You were born to suck cock, weren't you?" Dennis asked rhetorically, thumb stroking over Mac's cheek. His throat was bulging; full of Dennis' thick length.
Mac was breathing hard through his nose, trying to swallow against his gag reflex. His eyes had started to water as he stared up at Dennis, pleading for permission to breathe.
Dennis finally relented, and pulled Mac off his dick with a lewd pop.
Mac coughed and sputtered as he regained his breath.
"That's it, baby." Dennis said, carding his fingers through Mac's hair, not letting up even when he hit a knot of tangled strands. "You did so well, I think it's time to reward you."
Mac looked at him with wide eyes and nodded his head in earnest agreement.
But he should've known Dennis couldn't be that generous.
"Hey, Charlie." Dennis said airily.
Charlie was already looking their way, eyes glassy.
"Come here," Dennis continued, nodding towards the space in front of him.
Charlie shuffled forward until he was kneeling right next to Mac, close enough for Dennis to lean down and pull him into a kiss.
The kiss was sloppy and desperate. Dennis bit down on Charlie's lip hard enough to draw blood, swallowing the broken moan it drew from him. He sucked on his tongue, lapping up the metallic tang that met his taste buds. He could taste Charlie's frustration as he writhed against his bindings.
Dennis pulled back and Charlie almost collapsed into his lap as he tried to chase Dennis' mouth.
"Charlie, I need you to do something for me, okay?"
Charlie nodded jerkily but enthusiastically nonetheless. He would probably do anything Dennis asked him to right now.
"Turn around."
Charlie looked confused, but he complied, shuffling around on the hard wooden floor until his back was to Dennis.
"Mac, undo his pants."
Mac complied, reaching over to pop the button on Charlie's jeans and slide the zipper down. He didn't make any further moves. He looked back to Dennis.
"Yes, whatever, pull them down, go ahead." Dennis was hit with a heady mix of exasperation at having to spell it out for him, and a rush of egocentric pleasure at Mac waiting for his next command, as if it was part of his natural programming.
Once Charlie's pants and underwear were past his thighs in a collective effort from both men, Dennis leant down and placed his hand on Charlie's back, between his shoulder blades. He pushed, gentle but firm, until Charlie was bent over double. His ass was sticking into the air suggestively, hands still securely behind his back. The sight was nothing short of obscene. Like a scene straight out of a specialist porno, or Dennis' late night fantasies.
Charlie's face was pressed firmly into the threadbare rug. At least it wasn't the hardwood.
He whined at just how vulnerable he suddenly felt.
"Not too long now, Charlie, just hold on. Can you do that for me?"
Whatever Charlie said in reply was muffled by the rug.
Dennis turned back to Mac, who was once again failing to hide the scowl on his face at losing Dennis' attention.
"Open up, Mac."
Mac parted his lips without hesitation, his eyelids sliding closed. He expected his mouth to be, once again, invaded by the thick length. But instead, felt two slender fingers slide between his lips, breaching him slowly and deliberately.
Dennis' breath hitched at the sensation, enjoying the slow glide of his fingertips across Mac's wet tongue. He seemed more affected by this than having his cock sucked. Mac fears he will never fully understand how Dennis' mind works.
He shook that line of thought from his mind, focusing his attention on being good for Dennis. Whatever Dennis wants is what Mac shall provide. He sealed his lips around the intrusion, and began to run his tongue tentatively over each digit. They tasted distinctively like Dennis. And sweat. Oh, and precum. Although the last two can be hard to distinguish for the less experienced.
His mouth watered, providing the lubrication for the slick slide of Mac's lips. His head began rocking forwards and backwards almost unconsciously.
Mac swirled his tongue around Dennis' fingertips, coating them with spit. He was sucking firmly, keeping his lips wrapped in a tight seal around the digits. His eyes were still closed as he focused on his task. He became bolder with his movements, pulling back until only the tips were inside, before drawing the fingers in as far as he could.
Dennis felt Mac's throat flutter around his fingers as he fought down a gag. Arousal coiled low in his gut as he was overcome with a very strong, very specific desire. He had never been one to let another's discomfort deter him from taking something he wanted.
Without any warning, as Mac bobbed down on his fingers once again, Dennis forced them in as far as he could reach. Mac's throat constricted as he gagged harshly around the sudden intrusion. His first instinct was to try and pull away, but Dennis took the back of his head in an unrelenting grip. His eyes had been startled open, and he was looking at Dennis with wide-eyed panic.
Mac's mouth was flooded with saliva, and his attempts to swallow it down were met with more resistance from his uncooperative throat muscles. He gagged again, a wet cough forcing its way out of his chest. The pressure was enough to push the saliva from his mouth to run down his chin, but not enough to expel the invading object which still sat firmly on his tongue. Mac couldn't stop the pained whimper that escaped.
And yet, despite everything, his thighs writhed together, desperately seeking friction for his achingly hard, leaking cock.
Dennis shuddered as a strong wave of arousal seemed to knock the air from his lungs.
"Fu-uck, Mac, holy shit. You look incredible. Feel incredible. Fuck." He had barely caught his breath as his mouth started working on its own.
"You like that, don't you, baby boy? You like me choking you. You like taking everything I give you." Dennis wasn't trying to hide his desperation anymore. There was even a hint of awe in his voice.
Mac let out a low moan around the digits in his mouth at Dennis' words. His eyes fluttered closed once more, and he bobbed his head down further than before. Once again, Dennis forced his fingers in as far as he could, brushing the back of Mac's throat harshly. He could feel the muscles spasming around them.
"That's it, take it, you're so good at this." Dennis cooed.
He began thrusting his fingers in and out of Mac's mouth, setting up a brutal pace that made Mac gag on every stroke. His stomach clenched and roiled as he fought down the rising bile. Tears were falling steadily from his eyes, and spit and precum was leaking from the corners of his mouth. Some of the warm, sticky mixture ran over Dennis' hand and down his arm.
Mac didn't try to pull away. If anything, he was pushing back against Dennis' hand with enthusiasm. He was letting out soft groans every time his lips covered Dennis' knuckles.
But Mac had a tendency to take things too far.
He moaned around Dennis' fingers again, and this time Dennis felt a particularly violent spasm in his throat. Was he struggling to breathe? It was hard to tell. But it seemed to instil a sudden renewed panic in Mac.
Dennis was just about to remove his hand when Mac's stomach muscles clenched painfully, a deep, raspy cough being forced out of him. He gagged harshly again around the fingers still in his mouth, and his body pitched forwards. Dennis knew the look on Mac's face well. He'd seen it after nights of particularly heavy drinking together. His eyes were lidded as he looked down at Mac, just watching.
Dennis could've removed his fingers. He had plenty of time to pull back and avoid what was about to happen. But he didn't want to. He just watched as Mac's eyes screwed shut and a portion of his stomach contents came up with an intense contraction of his muscles. The vomit coated Dennis' hand as it spilled out of Mac's mouth, most of it landing in Mac's lap and down his shirt.
It was hot and thick. He struggled to breathe through his nose. His stomach ached, his throat was sore, and his lips were red and swollen. There was a sharp pain in his jaw from the way his mouth had been stretched open for so long.
And Mac was more turned on than he'd ever been in his life.
The fingers finally pulled out.
He'd almost forgotten that what had just happened might not be well received. He braced himself and cracked open his eyes, ready to apologise profusely and run off to the bathroom to clean up.
"Shit, Dennis, I'm sorry I got carried away-"
Dennis brought a wet finger up to Mac's lips to shush him. His pupils were blown and he was looking at Mac like he was prey.
"Fuck." Was all Dennis managed to say as he grabbed the front of Mac’s shirt and pulled him in for a bruising kiss. The kiss was all teeth and tongues, any tact had been lost to the pure, desperate need that had overcome Dennis.
Mac whined pitifully into his mouth, head cloudy and brain turned to mush.
Mac pulled back just enough to gasp out into Dennis' mouth. "Den, I'm so hard it hurts. I need to fuck him, please, please." He was almost sobbing.
Dennis just nodded jerkily. "Yeah. Yeah Mac, okay." He turned his blurry eyes to Charlie, who was still lying face down with impossible levels of patience. The only indication that he was affected was the bob of his twitching cock, and the rapid rise and fall of his chest.
"Get him wet, Mac."
Mac did as he was told, gathering up the leftover spit in his mouth onto his tongue. He leant over Charlie, taking aim, as he let the spit drip out onto Charlie's awaiting hole.
Charlie's hips bucked and he groaned harshly at the sensation. He arched his back as much as he could, presenting his ass to the other men. He needed something inside him yesterday.
Dennis, answering his prayers, pressed a single finger to his entrance. It was still slightly moist and tacky. He used the spit to ease the slide of his finger into Charlie. He had to use some force to get past the tight ring of muscle, but soon enough he had sunk knuckle deep into him.
Mac's dick jumped in his pants as he watched Dennis work his finger into Charlie. He knew it was wrong, but seeing Dennis so gentle with someone else made his stomach clench again.
Dennis started a slow pace, sinking his finger in and out of Charlie, letting him adjust before adding another digit.
"Fuck, Charlie, you're so tight." Dennis groaned as he pushed a second finger in next to the first. "You’re taking my fingers so well. Do you do this to yourself?"
Charlie whimpered at the words, his face heating up. He was sure he was going to explode if he didn't cum soon. He was desperate.
"Please, I need more," Charlie begged.
Dennis added a third finger, not because Charlie asked him to, but because was rapidly running out of patience. He continued to work them in and out of Charlie, until his hole had stretched enough to take Mac's sizable dick.
"Mac, haul him up on the bed." Dennis said, pulling his fingers out of Charlie with an obscenely wet sound.
Charlie's eyes were screwed shut as he was manhandled onto Dennis' bed, Mac's large hands gripping his arms and shoulders to keep him from falling over.
Dennis wiped the spit off his hand onto the sheets. He reached over to finally lift Mac's soiled shirt over his head, balling it up and tossing it near enough to the hamper. Mac unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans, allowing Dennis to pull them down over his hips. Mac kicked them the rest of the way off to join his shirt, now completely naked.
"Does no one in this apartment wear underwear?" Charlie mumbled, slightly bewildered at the revelation that, on any given day, the barrier between him and his best friends' cocks may only be as staunch as the denim it was made of.
Charlie's vocalised thoughts were cut short as Dennis' hand cupped the back of his neck. Once again, he was shoved forward, freshly prepared ass stuck up in the air. At least he had a mattress to cushion his face this time.
Dennis watched with hunger as Mac moved to kneel behind Charlie, one hand reaching around to give him a consolatory stroke, while the other guided his cock to Charlie's hole.
He sank in slowly, letting Charlie get used to the stretch. It took some effort to ease himself inside, but he mustered up all of his remaining self-control, gradually inching in until he was finally nestled balls deep in Charlie.
"Fuck, Charlie, you feel so good." He said, teeth clenched with restraint.
Charlie let out a broken sob. The sensation of Mac filling him was almost too much for his overstimulated body. He could feel every inch of Mac's dick pressing against his walls. He could feel the shaft pulsing. He could feel the heat radiating off it.
He felt so full, he couldn't tell where he ended and Mac began. His hands were tied but his mouth was free, and yet there was no way he could form any coherent words right now.
The only noise that came out of him was a low, drawn-out whine as Mac pulled back and carefully thrust in again, slightly faster this time.
Mac's pace started slow and shallow, allowing Charlie to adjust to the increasing rhythm.
Dennis watched as Mac fucked into Charlie, who was making a mess of himself. Precum was dripping from his cock onto the sheets. There were tear tracks on his cheeks, and his eyes were screwed shut as he panted through his open mouth.
"Look at you," Dennis said, "taking Mac's dick so well. You love it, don't you? You love being used like this."
Charlie let out another broken sob, nodding his head frantically.
"Fuck, Den, I need to fuck him harder." Mac said breathily, his hips stuttering as he continued to thrust into Charlie.
"Go ahead, baby boy, he can take it."
Mac nodded, letting out a shaky breath in relief, before wrapping one arm around Charlie's chest and pulling him upright.
Dennis watched Mac's biceps flex as he comfortably held Charlie's weight. He would never admit to Mac just how sexy that sight was.
The change in angle meant that Mac could fuck into Charlie deeper. He held Charlie tightly against his chest. It was just to stop him from falling forward. That's what Mac would assert.
Charlie was letting out a stream of high pitched whines, and Mac could feel the way his abdominal muscles flexed with every thrust. But that wasn't good enough for Mac. He needed to make Charlie scream. Dennis would like that, too.
He leaned back, dragging Charlie up with him. He gave a few experimental thrusts at different angles, trying to find that one sweet spot. He found himself looking over at Dennis for approval.
The way Dennis' hand was tightly fisted around his cock, cheeks flushed, and hair damp with sweat, gave Mac a renewed vigour.
On one particular thrust, a loud, high moan was drawn out of Charlie. "Ah- Th-there, please, don't stop."
He repeated the same motion, driving himself into Charlie's prostate over and over again.
Charlie's mouth fell open in a silent scream. His eyes were screwed shut, and his legs had almost fully given out under him. His arms were still bound behind his back, so he was supported mostly by Mac's strong arms around him.
Mac's thrusts became erratic as he felt himself get closer to orgasm.
He trailed one of his hands downwards to take hold of Charlie's neglected cock. The broken whimper that came from Charlie betrayed simultaneous relief and increased desperation.
"That's it, Charlie, I bet that feels so good." Dennis said, his voice low and rough. He continued to work his own cock, watching the scene play out in front of him with a dark, intense gaze.
Mac's hand started to stroke Charlie's cock in time with his thrusts, setting an unrelenting pace.
"Are you gonna cum for me, Charlie?" Dennis asked, voice breathy and ragged. He picked up the pace of his own thrusts, hips rocking up to meet his fist on every downstroke.
Charlie just groaned and nodded his head in response, too far gone to speak.
It only took a few more strokes before Charlie was coming all over Mac's hand and his own stomach. His cock pulsed in Mac's grip, sending more thick ropes of cum shooting onto the bed below. His mouth fell open, his breathing harsh and laboured.
The sensation of Charlie clenching around him was too much for Mac. He couldn't stop the words pouring from his mouth.
"You like that, huh? You like it when I fuck your tight ass? You're such a slut, you love this, don't you? You love being fucked like this, love feeling my dick inside you."
His pace was brutal as he chased his own orgasm, driving his hips into Charlie relentlessly.
"Yes, Mac-" Charlie managed, pliant and fucked out, his head lolling back onto Mac's shoulder.
"Fuck, Den, I'm so close-" Mac moaned, his voice pitched higher than usual.
Dennis could see the tension building in Mac’s body.
Mac's expression changed as his head tipped back, neck bared and eyes sliding shut. His hips stuttered, before coming to a sudden halt as he released his load inside Charlie with a low, drawn-out groan.
Mac was panting hard, trying to catch some of the breath that had been wrenched out of him. He leaned back against the headboard, bringing Charlie with him. Charlie squirmed as he felt some of Mac’s release leak out of his used hole.
Dennis was almost there, too. He didn't want to come yet, though. He wanted to savour this moment for as long as he could.
"Mac, come here."
He did as he was told, slipping himself out of Charlie, leaving him empty and aching. Charlie couldn't help but whimper at the sensation. He was still oversensitive, cum continuing to drip slowly down the backs of his thighs.
Mac moved to straddle Dennis' lap, hands still shaking from his intense orgasm.
Dennis took Mac's face in his hand, drawing him in for an impassioned kiss.
He grabbed one of Mac's wrists, guiding him to take over the movement on his cock. Mac started stroking him in earnest. He felt Dennis' mouth fall open against his, taking the opportunity to run his tongue across his bottom lip. His eyelids fluttered as he let out a low groan.
Dennis' now-free hand came up to run through Mac's hair, fingers tangling in the dirty blond strands. The action was almost tender, in stark contrast to the pace of their movements.
The kiss deepened, and Dennis could feel Mac's tongue in his mouth. He sucked on it greedily, the taste of Mac had become mixed with Charlie.
Mac felt Dennis' thighs tremble beneath him as he neared the edge. He pulled back from the kiss, his hand moving even faster.
"Cum for me, Den. Please?" Mac said, voice barely above a whisper.
Dennis groaned as his orgasm ripped through him, hips jerking as he spilled over Mac's hand.
Mac couldn't resist bringing his fingers to his mouth, giving them a tentative lick. The taste was familiar, but different. It was distinctly Dennis, and it was intoxicating.
His fingers were almost entirely clean by the time Dennis came back to himself. He was panting, trying to catch his breath after such a hard-hitting release. He felt light-headed.
He leaned forward and kissed Mac again, this time slow and soft.
"You were so good for me, baby boy." Dennis said, petting Mac's hair gently.
Mac hummed in response, leaning into Dennis' touch. He was determined to savour this post-orgasm, pacified Dennis for as long as possible.
His moment of domestic bliss, however, was cut short by a hesitant voice.
"Uh, guys, do you think maybe you could..." Charlie looked over his shoulder, gesturing to the hands behind his back.
"Shit, sorry Charlie-" Mac moved to free Charlie from his bindings.
Charlie winced as the fabric was untied. He rolled his shoulders, and rubbed at his wrists, joints creaking as they returned to their preferred position. His face flushed with embarrassment as he remembered his current state.
He quickly wiped himself off on the sheets, catching Dennis' look of disapproval as he did so. Not that it'd make much difference given the existing mess.
Mac pulled him into a tight embrace as soon as he had straightened himself out. The smell of sweat and sex filled Charlie's nose.
Mac let out a small sigh as he held Charlie close to him, wrapping his arms around his waist. He buried his face in the crook of Charlie's neck, breathing in the familiar scent.
He pulled back, just enough to place a soft kiss on the tip of Charlie's nose.
Charlie looked up at him, eyes glassy and glistening, as the weight of everything that had happened finally overwhelmed him.
He felt sticky all over, and he suddenly craved a shower; perhaps for the first time in his life.
He jerked away from Mac like he'd been scalded.
"Dude, what the fuck, get off me!" Charlie said, voice shrill. "What the hell was that? What the fuck was any of that?"
Mac looked down at him, confused. "What do you mean, dude? I thought you liked it."
"Of course, I liked it! That's not the fucking point, Mac!"
"Then what's the problem?"
"It wasn't supposed to be- I don't know, it wasn't meant to be real, it wasn't supposed to actually happen!"
Mac looked crestfallen. "What do you mean, real?"
"I don't know, I mean, like, the way we treat each other isn't really- I don't know, it's not how guys are supposed to act!" Charlie stumbled over his words. He looked over to Dennis, who was watching them silently. He couldn't meet Charlie’s eyes, and turned away instead.
Mac was still looking at Charlie, bewildered. "What are you talking about?"
"I just mean, like, you flirt with me and you're always touching me, you know? And that's okay, I like it, but it's not supposed to be a thing, right? Like, we're just friends, Mac, and this is just, like, weird, right? It's not supposed to feel good, it's not supposed to be hot, it's just, like-"
"Oh my god, Charlie, can you shut up for one second?" Dennis' harsh voice cut through his rambling. The words were starting to get under his skin.
Charlie looked down at his lap in silence.
"Get dressed."
"Yeah, Charlie, I think you need to lea-"
"You too, Mac."
"But- my clothes are covered in..." He trailed off as Dennis' eyes narrowed at him.
"Fine. Just- Go to your room then."
Mac got off the bed with a huff, attempting to storm out of Dennis' bedroom. He'd forgotten the door was locked.
"Shit." he muttered, fumbling with the handle as he attempted to undo the lock.
"Mac, get the fuck out!" Dennis' voice had a hysterical note to it that made Mac flinch. He finally heard the click as the lock fell out of place.
Dennis watched him open and slam the door before turning back to Charlie, who was still sitting on the bed.
"Get dressed, Charlie. Now."
Charlie nodded, sliding off the mattress and pulling on his pants.
Dennis reached over to grab his shirt from the floor, and handed it to him.
Charlie took the offered item and pulled it over his head. It smelled like Mac.
He looked at Dennis, unsure what to do next.
Dennis' jaw was clenched as he glared at the wall opposite him.
"Dennis?"
"Go home, Charlie." His voice was tight.
Charlie nodded again, standing up and leaving Dennis' bedroom with shaky legs.
***
By the time Dee rocked up to Paddy's the next morning, the rest of the gang were already inside. Albeit, at complete opposite corners of the room.
Dennis was behind the bar, polishing a glass that shined so brightly in the fluorescent lighting Dee thought she might go blind. He had a glazed expression, not even noticing she had entered. He didn't even comment on her new haircut.
"Dennis?" Dee ventured, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
Dennis startled, the well-polished glass slipping from his fingers. He caught it just in time, setting it down on the counter with more force than was necessary.
"Yeah?" Dennis snapped, his tone abrupt and manic in a rapid-fire burst of agitation.
Dee narrowed her eyes, casting a glance around the room. Mac was engrossed in his 'Security Log', reading and re-reading the same piece of paper with furrowed concentration. Charlie busied himself with rearranging the chairs and tables, his movements unusually jerky and aimless.
Did she end up in another fucking alternate reality situation? She really couldn't deal with that shit this morning.
Dee cleared her throat, deciding to break the silence. "So, how did rehearsal go, boys?" she asked, a teasing lilt to her voice.
Mac spoke first, but didn't meet her gaze. "Oh, you know... it went." he offered, noncommittal and vague.
"Yeah, Dee, it... it did." Charlie stammered out, mirroring Mac's evasiveness, his eyes darting around the room.
Dee squinted at them, her lips pressing together in a smirk. "You guys are acting weird. Spill." she said, propping her elbow on the bar and leaning her cheek into her hand.
It was Dennis’ voice which cut through the tension, hard and resolute. "The plan is off." He declared, glaring at his sister with a vehemence that made her lean back slightly.
Dee blinked at his outburst. "What? Why? What happened?"
"We're not talking about it, Dee!" Charlie blurted out, voice tinged with panic.
Mac chimed in too, his usual easy-going demeanour replaced by a serious, almost defeated tone. "Drop it, Dee."
Dee held her hands up in surrender, rolling her eyes. "Okay, okay! Jeez, you don't have to get so defensive. I was just asking."
"Good, because I have no idea what you're even talking about, Dee! Plan? What plan? You're insane, you're hallucinating, you bitch!" Dennis cut in sharply, his eyes wild.
"You're the one who mentioned the plan, dumbass!" Dee said, looking pointedly at Dennis in accusation. "It was your idea!"
"I don't remember any of this!" Dennis exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air. "Nothing happened! Mac and Charlie are fine, we're all fine! You're going fucking crazy, Dee!"
Dee's jaw fell open in shock. "I'm crazy?" She shrieked, incredulously.
"Yes, you're crazy! Now leave me the fuck alone!" Dennis shouted, storming off towards the back office, grabbing a bottle of whiskey on the way. Just before he reached for the door, he turned around, expression purposely neutral. "Dee?"
Dee sighed. "Yeah, Dennis?"
"Your hair looks like shit."
He disappeared behind the office door.
"Oh, Goddamn it." Dee muttered, letting her head fall against the bar with a thud.