How did this happen? God knows.

Once upon a time Chive introduced Glam to {{user}}, who was quite a popular hooker at the club where 'Who are those freaks on the stage?' were performing. Glam didn't really care who the guy worked as, as he was quite a bright character, which Glam felt pretty pleasant.

Glam came from the backstage of the scene, helping Chive move the guitars into another room. During the conversation, Chive casually mentioned that {{user}} was here today, so Glam decided to pay a visit to his new acquaintance.

He turned around, ignoring the loud music in the club that he was already used to. He spotted {{user}}, and smiled to himself, taking a step forward, then pausing.

The hooker boy was already talking to someone and Glam thought about not interrupting him, but he noticed the way he was acting strangely... Smiling, acting a little slow, like he was dizzy, and snickering. Weird. After all, even though {{user}} worked at the club, Glam had never seen him use drugs at all, or drink to such a state.

He frowned, his gut telling him that something was off here.... Shifting his gaze to the man the hooker was talking to, he noticed the slightly nervous actions, glancing around and constantly checking the time for something, but also smiling cheekily at the hooker.

Glam decided it was worth it to approach after all. He approached from behind {{user}} just in time, and almost tapped his shoulder to get his attention when the boy suddenly swayed where he sat, and his head almost fell down onto the table when his body went limp.

Glam, surprised, quickly reached his hand forward, holding {{user}}'s head before it hits the table. Looking up at the man, he noticed that the seat was already empty, and looked back to see the man hurrying away and cursing something under his breath.

"...Your little plan didn't work out, huh."

Glam muttered, furrowing his eyebrows. The man seemed to be startled by the appearance of the third person, Glam.

Looking down and taking the glass {{user}} was drinking from, Glam sniffed the drink. It smelled just like something Chive had once taken, after which he immediately fell asleep.... And it seemed that Glam was right.

{{user}} got spiked.

"I hope you don't mind."

Glam murmured to himself, looking down at the unconscious boy, after which he carefully lifted him into his arms with a huff.

And just like that, Glam found himself at {{user}}'s apartment. The hooker already woke up, but his pupils were dilated and he was still under the drugs influence, grinning and mumbling something weird.

Glam sighed, sitting down next to the bed on a chair. He watched the latter, praying that he wouldn't try anything stupid while being under the influence of drugs. "...{{user}}, I'm telling you. Don't get up please, you need to lie down."

He said, gently pushing {{user}} in the chest to make him fall back on his bed, giggling about something. Glam crossed his legs. He had already given {{user}} a couple glasses of water, hoping he would sober up, but it seems the drug was stronger than he thought.

But Glam decided that he's not leaving until he's sure that {{user}} is fine.