...and she's just my type. [Adam Yauch / OC]

Perfection and Precision.

A/N: TW heads up. A lot of mentions of drug use, including our main character, and I don't mean the OC.

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If you even consider to join us in this lifestyle, I'm going to give you a tip. Bathroom stops. I'm so so glad boys respect the bathroom stops, because that is my 5 minutes to stop smiling, breathe and continue. You usually bump into many girls there, who might give you heads up about a certain celebrity or VIP. You also bump into drug dealers, who either hook you up to survive the night, or ask for paid favours. My drug of choice is coco puffs. I don't want to ruin my nose or veins doing coke or heroin in the traditional way. I think the feeling it's even subtle and prevents me from getting addicted. But it does help with keep being happy and bubbly when you're way to tired for it.

Tonight is not that kind of a night. I don't feel like doing drugs to stay happy. I'm not even extending my bathroom stops to ease the pain of eternally smiling because I'm actually having a good time. The brown eyes and drunken smile guy is actually pretty nice. He does look like a jackass when he plays around with his band mates, and, like me, has to sort of keep a facade, pretend to be a crazy frat boy, as if it is instructions of an agent, but our conversation is quite nice and it feels comforting to hold his hand. How weird. I've never felt like this before.

Chris, the local drug dealer makes a hint for me and I excuse myself and head to the bathroom. He probably needs a favour, and I'm not in the mood but the extra cash is always nice. We meet up at the little hallway that leads to the bathroom doors and, sure enough, there's a little errand to do. We agree to it, he passes me the merch and I walk into the bathroom, just to make sure my make-up is still on place and pretend whatever I have on my jacket, it's for personal use. When I get out, Mr. Brown Eyes is resting against the wall of the little hallway. I should probably start calling him for his name.

"Hey doll," he says, grabbing a hold of my left hand, "Everything ok?" "Yeah, I'm just looking around for a friend but I can't seem to find her.", I assure him. It's not like I can tell him I have hundreds of dollars in illegal drugs in my pocket and I need to walk over and sell them. "Why? Are you leaving already?". Damn, the little drunken slur coming from him is somehow sexy. It's probably the fact he looks like any other guy I could had met in highschool, or that he's probably my age, which is already a remarkable difference with previous hook-ups. "And leaving you here? Oh hell no! I just need to make sure she's fine", I answer to him. We have been flirting around for several hours now, occasionally dancing, but mostly just sitting down talking and laughing and kissing as if we were an item. God, I hope someone has snapped a picture of that. "Well, if she's as fine as you, I bet my friends would like to meet her." I laugh loudly before pressing my body against his and bring his lips to mine. God, he's such a good kisser. I feel bad at thinking I got him in my reins, and I feel worst at thinking tomorrow he will head to other city of the country with Madonna and I won't get another night of this. I guess I have to make the most of what I got. His hands are running up and down my hips and waist, one of his long fingers occasionally creeping underneath my shirt and touching my skin, that feels like fire. I break off the kiss to catch a breath, and notice marks of my lipstick in his mouth that I try to clean up with my thumb, our eyes interlocked for a few seconds. Then I remember the drugs in my pocket. I need to get rid of that. I get close to talk again, ready to excuse myself on my own to run the errand, but he talks before me. "Why don't we head down to my hotel room and keep the conversation there?", he states. Yes. Jackpot. I bite my lower lip and smile brightly at him. I stand on my tip toes and get closer to his ear, my right hand holding into his shoulder to help me to stay steady, "Let me just say goodbye to a few people and I'll meet you at your table in 5." I kissed his cheek and walked away, rushing to find whoever I was supposed to sell these drugs to. I get the deed done and deliver the money to who I was supposed to and get going to find Adam again. Adam. What a nice name.

When I get back to his table, he's sitting down, talking with his friend, the one with the blue eyes and funny voice, and I find Oli again, sitting there, with them, her hand in the tight of Adam's friend. She winks at me, and it's clear to me she's high as a kite. I crunch down next to them, and Adam quickly wraps one of his arms around me, pushing me to sit pretty much on top of him. My legs are between his, and I get what this is probably heading to. A photographer catches us by surprise and snaps a few pictures of us four. Exactly what I needed. My agent loves when I get my pictures taken by these celebrity chasers. I turn to kiss him once the photographer leaves, but somehow, this time the kiss is borderline tender and... Lovely? When the kiss breaks away, I open my eyes to see him staring at my face and notice the pupils. Oh, now I understand why he's behaving slightly differently. Whatever they took, he's not used to this. He probably doesn't use drugs, at least not as much as many in this room do. I feel sort of guilty. I shouldn't had let him alone. But wait, why am I thinking like this? He's a grown man. He can do whatever he wants, and get high in whichever way he wants. Why do I want to protect him from the lifestyle I live, well knowing he probably lives it too. I smile at him before taking a quick look at the table, just trying to guess what they took, and how much they took. I feel sobering up and somehow responsable that they head back to their hotel safely. I look back at him and his eyes are lost on me. He looks up and down, his free hand playing around with my brown hair near my neck. I try to bring him back to reality. Whatever they took its probably some hallucinogens, because he's clearly tripping. I hold his face with my hands and make him look at me. "You wanna head over to your hotel?", I ask softly. He just nods his head, before kissing me again. Even on this state, his kisses are amazing. I start getting up, and he taps his friends chest. He and Oli follow suit. I hold on to his right arm and start walking towards the exit, making sure Mike and Oli are right behind us, before we bumped another of his friends. I think his name is also Adam. But he doesn't stop us, he sort of dances around, congratulating Adam and Mike, and then whispers to my ear something I don't make much sense of among the lines of "New York City finest dick" and I just laugh it off, trying to keep walking towards the still warm but definitely fresher air of the outside. It's gonna be a fun and tricky walk back to wherever they are staying at, but at least I get to do it on his embrace.