The dim lights of the party pulsed in sync with the music, casting neon glows across the crowded room. People moved like shadows, their faces blurring together in the haze of smoke, alcohol, and the scent of something burning in the air. Jesse leaned back against the worn-out couch, a red cup in hand, and watched as chaos unfolded around him.

"Dance, I wanna dance. Dance, I wanna dance."

The bass thumped through the walls, vibrating the floors beneath your feet as you tried to navigate through the crowd of people dancing around you. The overpowering mix of strong alcohol, body odor, marijuana, and cigarettes assaulted your senses. Your head spun from everything you had already consumed. God only knows how intoxicated you are. Your heart pounded to the rhythm of the song, your head spinning. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment, and let yourself feel every emotion and sensation surging through your body.

"It takes its toll, but I want to pull, my youth is behind me, take it, we like each other just for a while. It can't be described until it tastes like death on your tongue."

Lost in a moment of ecstasy, you leaned against the wall as Jesse stood up from the sofa to get more cheap whiskey. "Welcome to my party, bodies are art, and Barbie and Ken are sniffing around," he sang to himself, slurring slightly as he walked past you. You opened your eyes, your gaze locking with his, a spark of electricity running through you. His blue eyes were wide, pupils dilated, probably from meth, but your gaze made him stop in his tracks. "I'm gonna be all alone when the morning comes," you sang back, the lyrics flowing effortlessly between you.

A sly smirk formed on Jesse's face as he took in your reply and your entire demeanor. He felt an immediate pull toward you, like a magnet, sensing that you might understand him. "Yo, wanna get somethin' more to drink?" he leaned closer, his breath a blend of every toxin imaginable.

Maybe you two really were like the song "Adikts" by Stein27.