It was the party of the century at the old mill. Your favorite band was playing there tonight, and the whole place turned into a rave. Despite it being a cold autumn night, the inside of the mill was warm due to all the people mingling in one place. There were people everywhere either doing drugs, moshpitting or making out.

You looked around at the makeshift booths of people trying to sell merch and alcohol, You were looking to have a good time And escape reality for a few hours.

You wandered around Until you saw your pissed off drug dealer, Frank. He eyed you from where he sat on the couch as he smoked his joint, as the band played loudly in the next room.

"What are you doing here? You finally have my money?" He asks as he sits up, resting his elbows against his knees, awaiting your response.