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Dethklok had just toured to Florida. The concert had caused 261 deaths and 360 casualties and that had only been at the show alone. Which to the crew, was a win. Afterwards they hosted a celebratory party at Mordhaus.
Which lead us here.
William, shitfaced, walking around his own party. Angry as always. A few seconds before he had puked in a decorative black plant and he generally felt as if the world hated him and that nothing even mattered anyway. He sat in a corner and let the... -Whatever drug he took- set in.
That was until a woman sat next to him.
This woman has an afro so long it was obscuring her eyes. Her skin was dark and weirdly glowing in the nonexistent lighting considering they we're currently in a blind spot for lights. Her lips were maroon colored and so was her shirt. The shirt ended at the top of her flat stomach and the sleeves were long but not long enough to overtake her hand. She wore high waisted black pants. And what looked like maroon colored demonias.
"What are you sitting next to me for?"
"What? Is mister bass guitarist to afraid to sit next to a stranger?"
"No! It's just I'm the most unattractive member. Shouldn't you be chatting up Skwisgaar or something?"
"Wow! You think I'm pretty enough to talk to and maybe even fuck your "hottest" member."
"Skwisgaar fucks ANYTHING feminine that moves. Which is why I highly suggest you don't do anything with him. The STDs in my opinion are not worth it."
"Aww. You care."
"Whatever."
"Murderface! Are you harassing another girl again!"
"I told you I stopped doing that pickles!"
Suddenly, William felt really relaxed and happy. It was finally kicking in. He giggled. He didn't know at what but he did.
"Wow. Dude. You okay?"
"The fuck do you think? I'm great! C'mon let's go get something from a bar or something."
"You do realized we're hundred of feet from the ground currently."
"We can go down get something and come back? No big deal."
"O.. Kay?"
-
The two found there way to a club called "Missy's" they proceeded to get absolutely fucked up. Well, mostly William.
"Wait, after all the time I spent with you today, I never asked your name."
"It's Varon, my parents named me that because it meant "man of god". At the time they were adamant that I'd be male that they didn't even check what my gender was. So you can imagine how shocked they were when a little vagina haver came outta my ma. They stayed with the name choice though considering the name is supposed to be unisex."
"Heh. You still talk to them?"
"Yeah. They love me a lot.. Well at least dad does."
"My dad's dead."
"How'd he die?"
"He murdered my mom with a chainsaw and then killed himself by cutting of his arms and legs with it. Then his face."
"... Shit. Sorry I asked."
"No it's fine. I'm not even sure why I told you that. I didn't have to."
William started to tear up.
"I mean, it was a long time ago and it wasn't even as bad as-"
William clutched his mouth as if he was about to share something horrible with Varon. He started to hick and sob. Varon looked around at the other occupants an weirdly enough, instead of looking away or looking a little sympathetic when William started to cry, they looked in disgust.
"Fuck these people let's get out of here."
William could barely stand once he got off the bar stool so Varon helped him stabilize. One arm on his hip the other holding his arm that was over the back of her neck. William started to get weaker and more slow the further they got from the club.
He collapsed.
-
When William woke up he immediately knew he wasn't in his room. A pang of fear ran through him. All he could remember is getting drunk with a random girl he bet at the party. Did she leave him alone? Did he get drugged? Who's house is he in!?
He knew the answer to the second question. No way he was because if he was he wouldn't be waking up at 8 am considering it was around 2 when they were out. He also probably wouldn't be fully clothed. His mouth felt dry and his body didn't even want to move from the comfy sheets under him. For a brief moment he fell back asleep but quickly gained consciousness once more. He reluctantly pulled himself from the bed to find out who's house he was in.
The house he was in had mint walls and the air smelt liked tea. The floor was a light Oak color. Was he abducted by the most put together human on earth?
As he descended down the stairs and to the first floor of this massive house he came face to back with the girl he met last night. What was her name Vamin? Vamon? Varon! Varon. She wasn't facing him but she was focused on the tea she was currently making. Two mugs were in front of her as she evenly dunked the tea bags in each. The counter was made of high quality marble. Holy shit, she must be rich. She turned around and got startled slightly by William's half awake presence near her staircase. She was wearing a dark reddish pink pair of pajamas with tiny sheep on them. The sheep were fucking on the pajamas. Heh. Her hair was in a ponytail perfectly placed atop the back of her neck. Now that her eyes were visible he could see they were a shade of light Hazel.
"Uhh, here." Varon softly thrusted one of the cups of tea into William's hand. "It'll make you feel better."
"Why'd you bring me here?"
"Why would I not?"
"Well you don't really know me and I'm not exactly people's favorite."
"And that's supposed to make me want to leave you to fend for yourself while your drunk in a crappy club?"
".... Yes?"
"People have done that to you?"
"Yea! That's common. My bandmates do it all the fucking time. Speaking of those assholes, as much as I hate their fucking guts I need to get back to Mordhaus." William sat up and made a motion to take out his phone.
"Finish your tea first." Varon softly spoke. She's a goddamn angel.
William sat back down and drank the tea in awkward silence.
"What happened after I passed out?"
"I called a friend to take me to my house and brought you with me. I wasn't just gonna leave you in an alley or something. Anyway, on the way there you kept blinking in and out consciousness and saying you were hot despite the air conditioning being on and at max." Varon looked at him with her analyzing eyes. It put him off a little. "Which leads me to my question, what did you take at the party?"
There it was the question he didn't know nor wanted answered. He himself had no clue what he took at the party but from the symptoms she was describing he had an idea. He however would rather dig his own grave then throw himself in it then tell her. No one really to kindly to his drug problems. Or rather lack of ownership that he had one. Or his alcoholism but that was beside the point.
"Look, I'm going to be honest with you, I have absolutely no idea what I took."
Varon raised her eyebrow while taking a single sip of her cup of tea.
"I'm not lying! Someone at the party handed me something I smoked it then went on with the party."
"It was heroin."
"How do you know!?"
"I have a job in toxicology and I've seen people under the effects of drugs before. It was heroin."
"...."
William didn't have anything to say at the moment so he just continued to drink the tea.
"Are your band members worried? I can here the notifications going off on your phone."
"It's just Nathan. Probably wondering why I'm not at practice."
"He seems great if he's sending 3 texts a second trying to find out where you are."
"Yeah, sure." William's stomach rumbled. Loudly. William didn't say a word but Varon wasn't about to let him starve.
"I made breakfast if you want some"
"Nah, I'm already fat enough."
"Wasn't asking. Eat." Varon pulled an already made plate from her microwave.
"I already ate mine." Yep. This is an angel in disguise.
-
"That fucking flaker."
"Calm your tits Nathan, he's probably just getting drunk at 8 in the morning like he usually does." Toki nonchalantly fittled his guitar.
"Still he needs to get his ass over here. He also might be hurt you know."
"For all we know he's at some shitty nightclub doing god knows what." Pickles budded in trying to lighten Nathan's mood but Nathan was having none of it.
"Or he's dead in an alley somewhere."
"Why do you even care this much?" Skwisgaar questioned.
"How are we going to finish this song without him!?" Nathan marched out of the room undoubtedly to find William.
"He's got it bad" Pickles whispered under his breathe. "Hey guys I'm goin' with em. Hold down the fort while I'm gone."
Pickles then followed Nathan out of the room.
"Stop following me!"
"Dude. I'm worried about him too okay! I'm not following you I'm going with you!"
"Shit. How do we find him?"
-
"Oh my fucking god, is that a goddamn tramp stamp?"
"Yeah, I got it a few years ago. Kinda regret it now. Most people think I'm gay when they see it."
"Are you?"
"What!? No!"
"Really?"
"Okay sometimes I fantasize about men but who doesn't!? I mean nothing's wrong with admiring a guy's beauty if they remind you of a woman, right!?"
Varon opened her mouth to say something snarky but as soon as she did the door to her house was broken down by an above average in height black haired man. He looked pissed and was panting so hard he looked as if he had just run a marathon. Accompanied by a red headed short man with his head in his palm.
"Nathan!? Pickles!? How'd you get here?"
"Followed your transaction trail. Believe it or not you spend a lot when your drunk." Pickles pulled out his phone pointing at the myriad of things William paid for last night.
"I'm going to ignore that that means you track my spending." William got up and made his way to Nathan.
"Call me!" Varon shouted out.
"I Will."
"So what's this i here about a tramp stamp?" Pickles teases.
"And who the fuck was that?"
"You heard that! Then why'd you buss her door down!? She has to pay for that you know!"
"It was funny! And I didn't think you'd care. What is she your girlfriend?"
"No! She's my friend and she's too pretty for me too date which is too bad cause she's missing out."
"Mhm, whatever." Nathan was done with the whole day already and was just ready to get back to Mordhaus.