Carpe Diem (Sal Fisher x Fem! Reader)

( 2 )Party like a Rock Star

Alright, this chapter will have a trigger warning, scenes of partying, drugs (weed is the only thing reader does, but parties have other drugs, stay safe) and mentions of SA.  Viewer discretion is advised.  Pic above is what Sal's wearing, you'll see:)

You never gave much question about the rock star life and frankly, you found it to be bullshit. Sure, you went to a couple parties every now and again, but you weren't a fan of alcohol. Mostly, you were invited to parties to play music. They payed you pretty well, and that was that. You never understood the stigma that rock stars liked to do copious amounts of drugs, alcohol, and fuck. That wasn't you, nor your band mates. It was something that made you feel all weird when you were questioned about your life in interviews. You weren't big stars, but you had enough people listen to you that you would have an interview for local news channels, a few newspaper articles, and shows at clubs, and small arenas. However, from the rock star persona and mold the population had put you in, it was inevitable to have a rather unpleasant encounter with fans. Or fan, you should say.

"So, my Friend's having this party, and he asked us to play. We could bring some people." Kellin Mentioned absentmindedly at the table around lunch time. School was just about to begin at Nockfell, and you've been friends with Larry and Sal for a couple weeks now.

"Alright." You shrugged, placing another spoonful of soup in your mouth. It was Tortellini soup, you recalled watching your mom make it, so you did as well. He looked up at you and Luna, who nodded with your statement a few moments prior. He seemed shocked.

"What's with that face?" You asked, blowing at another spoon full of the soup.

"I know you're not a fan of Parties, so it surprised me." He muttered, and Luna took a glance at you, and you turned to her as well. It seemed that being friends for so long with each other made you very in tuned with guessing each other's thoughts.

"I mean, if you think We should, then let's go for it." You assured, though you thought back to last time.

"I'm just worried," Luna interjected, liking swirling the soup in her bowl. "What if–Um–What if someone tries to jump on stage again?" Luna said, glancing at you nervously.

Yes, being a Rock Star was fun, and being the Lead Singer and Guitarist was even more so, but being the face of your band meant you had more fans. More people to try and get your picture, or more people to do what this weird guy did last time you preformed for a party.

Now, he was drunk, you'll give him that, but the way he just tried to get near you all on stage was uncomfortable, and not only that, he grabbed at your wrist and bruised it up pretty bad. He played it off as a sick joke, but to you, it certainly wasn't. It made you scared to not have any sort of Security at your shows ever again.

"We'll have Security." Kels affirmed, and you nodded, only slightly relieved.

"Im gonna invite Larry to come." Luna said, and you looked at her.

"Alright, I'll invite Sal. Maybe Ash will come." You said, taking a quite look at Kellin. He thought the girl was really pretty when he met her last week, and she seemed to hit it off with him just as quick.

You texted Ash, since you gave her your number the week before and Vice Versa, and she responded quite quick, saying she would love to come.

You parted ways with Luna after she checked with Larry about wanting to go. He agreed, and you made your way up alone to ask Sal personally.

The forth floor of Addison's Apartment was, to say it bluntly, scary as shit. You could feel the energy from a particular apartment, Room 403, but shook off the vibe quickly. You always had this intuition with that sort of thing, and being able to sense and see things other usually couldn't would be scary, but you've dealt with it for a long time. Apparently, Being a "Clairvoyant" ran through both sides of your biological parents.