Joey Alexander knows he is good (fornothing) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-12-22 05:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *narrative, joey alexander |
narrative.
Who: Joey and party kids
What: A party that might end badly when Blake's place is trashed tomorrow.
When:Now?
Warnings:Drugs, lots of.
The music in this place pulsed, and somebody smarter than him had thought to bring over a smoke machine and some swirling light shit. It was like a club, but with more expensive things to break. And Joey had a bit -- an Alexander bit -- of a conscience, so he told his connects to keep it small, like a dozen or so? Maybe it turned into fifty by the end, but Joey was mostly way too deep by that point to know who was who or what was what. He snorted, he smoked, he inhaled some animal tranq shit that had to be cooked in the oven, and when his head flopped back against the pillows of the couch, while Bassnectar still thumping, Joey thought about luck.
Shane was back, and Sam -- as far as he could tell, was good. Everybody was fucking good, and the world was right again. Maybe that was the ecstasy talking, but he couldn't even differentiate his limbs from his mind because everything felt so pure, beautiful. And there was this little thing, spiked black hair and a bra that glowed like a hologram -- so many colors, silver and then pink, green, what was happening --
"You ever candy-flipped, baby?" Her words were warbled because of the kiss, and her hips -- jesus, he had to drop his head back against the cushions to try and ascertain what was real… but it was all real. He was fucked up, he felt fucked up, but he wasn't out of his mind, and Joey didn't mind going there. The girl with the ink'd pixie cut placed a pad of technicolor paper on her tongue and dove for his mouth. Joey accepted. Hands around her waist and licking the paper raw against the roof of her mouth, he accepted.
The acid wouldn't kick in for awhile, but he didn't care. At this point, he'd already forgotten he took it. The ecstasy was still riding strong now, and he wanted her… didn't even wanted her, but wanted to feel her. The touch of her hand when she stroked her fingertips across his eyelids was a new religion. His breathing came harsh, like he wanted to come, but didn't even know what organ he was coming from anymore.
"We should take a bath," she breathed into his mouth, mind bubblegum, and fuck he'd never felt so home. She took him by the hand and led him through to the master bath where the water turned on lukewarm and she stripped down. Joey had a bit of trouble getting his shirt off, he crashed against the bathroom mirror and sent glass shattering(which made pixie twitch concern), but the girl with the candy necklaces laughed, and she gestured him into the water. Water she poured half a bottle of over-priced shampoo into so that foam began to explode about the same time the acid shoud have hit then… and then he knew.
And then Joey knew the secrets of the universe in every bubble they popped. The girl laughed and got out of the water just briefly enough to turn out the lights, then she folded herself against his back and whispered, "See? Now, do you see?"
The bubbles rose higher, and the chick was better at turning the spigot off while she wrapped arms around him and tucked her cheek against the side of the tub. Her final words dissipated the bubbles.
"We're all here, we've always been here, always will."