"Just don't touch anything, Zac. And Tay, I swear to God and every Saint there is, that if you start something I will personally see to it that mom and dad know about every little bad thing you've done, doing, and will do."
   With those laws laid, Isaac walked cautiously into the seedy club and swallowed his distaste before looking back to make sure his brothers were following close behind.
   The semi-darkness helped shield them a little extra, and for that Isaac was extremely grateful for. Wishing again that his brothers chose to stay in the car instead of following him inside as he asked about Emma and Grace.
   Nodding towards the bartender, Charlie, Isaac leaned forward and asked about their two would be, could be, should be friends.
   Zac watched as the bartender shook his head and explained something to Isaac as Taylor looked around the room cautiously. Pulling down the brim of his hat even more.
   Rolling his eyes at the action, Zac refrained from making a snide remark. Ike wouldn't be too thrilled if they started arguing and throwing punches here. Especially if anyone was called…
   He didn't know which would be worse; the cops being called and the media getting wind of it and then their parents, or just their parents being called…
   Mentally shuddering at the idea of his mother giving him a long lecture in the car, followed by punishment at home, and then long and piercing stares. He had plenty of those when he was way younger, so he didn't need anymore!
   "Come on."
   Zac snapped out of his reverie and nodded, following his brothers gladly out of that place.
   "So where are they?"
   Taylor had voiced that question, and Zac resisted the urge to kick his foot and make him trip on the gravel parking lot ground.
   "There's a party going on at one of the other stripper's houses. Emma and Grace are supposed to be there now." Isaac conceded slowly as they got into his car.
   Zac settled in the backseat and tried hard to stretch out from the lack of adequate space back there. "So what are we going to do?" He asked once he noticed they weren't moving yet.
   Silence answered him.
   "We could always go." Taylor murmured quietly.
   Isaac turned and stared at him for a moment, his mouth slightly agape. "You think mom and dad wouldn't kill me enough for bringing you into a strip club that I should take you to a stripper's house? For a party?"
   Taylor nodded adamantly. "Uh huh."
   Zac laughed, "Oddly enough, I'm with Tay. And besides, if we did tell on ya, Ike, what's mom and dad gonna do? Bury us with you, that's what."
   Smiling wryly at the joke, true, as it was Isaac sat back a little more in his seat and sighed. "And you swear not to breathe a word of this to anyone? I mean anyone too! If you tell your friends and they tell someone and then they tell someone." He groaned, "You get the idea, and it'll get back to mom and dad eventually!"
   Zac and Taylor both nodded and agreed, and while shaking his head in disbelief Isaac started his car. "God, I can't believe I'm doing this."
   He ignored the snickers from his brothers and started to pull out from the parking lot. Even though he wanted to see Emma again so badly, he didn't know if this was quite the right time to do it. Especially with his younger brothers in tow!