thinking about the pittlings on a night out, all slightly drunk and dancing, and suddenly javadi panics because she's not seen dennis in a while. she tells trinity, who also starts to look around the club in fear, and calls dennis- but the call doesn't go through. they're really worried now, scanning the whole packed room for their friend, fearing the worst, that someone's drugged him or that he's fallen and hurt..
and then they spot him. and they just stare. because.. what the fuck? over in a corner there's dennis, sandwiched between two big, beefy men. two very big, very beefy, very familiar men. trinity and javadi's mouthes open in shock and semi-horror, semi-respect.
dennis whitaker is being ravished by both of their male attendings. robby's on one side, hand in between dennis's legs and kissing him so deeply that the girls can see the shine of his tongue in dennis's mouth from across the room. jack's on the other side, sucking on the young man's neck like some kind of vampire, also with a hand on dennis's thigh. judging by dennis's face, he's in fucking heaven.
trinity curses herself- she only put one condom in dennis's pocket, not two!