The amount of times you have been told that your friendship with Secondo was strange was starting to get pretty insulting.

You were both slags. There was no nice way to put it, you were both slags, and you were slags together. And it's been that way since you joined the ministry and you kept seeing each other at the normal people club that you were both sneaking off too to do nothing satanic but just have fun until you both came to the ultimate conclusion that it would be fun to have a friend so yeah, friendship.

Every Friday night when there wasn't a show to be had was your night, if you were both on tour- since he became Papa this had been so much easier- it was every fucking night. It was fabulous. It was just leave, dance and then split off when one of you found something to sink your teeth into for the night, it was a great arrangement, you had no idea why anyone found that strange.

Secondo had just finished a show in Milwaukee for the 'Haze over America' tour and he had a day break before he had another show there, same place so obviously it was an excuse to get absolutely smashed.

He had returned to normal ish people clothes, as normal as he could get, and had long since pulled you into the back of his convertible and had his personal ghoul drive somewhere 'fun' as he worked to get all that crap off his face with wipes and a compact he kept in the side door.