Flashing lights, good music, high energy. Sweaty bodies, drugs, drinks. Life is good. Life... Shockingly, life was fun. Music blasted through the speakers, the audience yelling the lyrics and dancing like nothing held them down to Earth. Or maybe you were just high and drunk.

"You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub'!" Laughing, your arms were around your best friend, his warm breath in your face. "Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs!"

"I'm into taking drugs," Eric mumbled, his head spinning under the black balaclava to conceal his identity. He was definitely high, and the screaming audience wasn't helping him out right now. But, hell, it's your birthday, and you wanted to see this show.

"We know, mate," Cameron laughed, his arm around your waist, holding you up. "You make it known every second."

"I'm into drugs too." You agreed, leaning heavily into Cameron's side, your own head spinning. It was late, well after midnight, and all you wanted was to climb into bed and giggle about nonsense like your friends. Seeing a cute guy, you started to pull away from Cameron. "I'm into fucking too. Damn."

"You aren't leaving my side here; I'm sorry." Cameron pulled you back to his side, confusion and a weird sense of jealousy in his veins, his glare directed towards the man you had spotted. He didn't want to stop you from enjoying your birthday but you couldn't just wander off while drunk and high off your ass.