ḾṎᕍ⁅ᖇṈ ℄Ṏv⁅ | The Lost Boys

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⚠️warnings: blood consumption, Alcohol consumption, drug use⚠️

We all end up migrating to the meager sitting area, landing on a beat-up couch with Marko and Dwayne sandwiching me. At the same time, David takes a seat in an old wheelchair. They'd turned on the radio to some popular rock station, the music filling the quiet.

"Star," he calls out. I look up to find both Star and the little boy creeping out of their hiding place. Star seems affronted by the fact David was talking to her. "You take Laddie out to eat or something. Have fun."

Star frowns, but David's tone leaves no room for questioning. She tightens her hold on the little boy, Laddie, and leads him out of the cave without another word. I follow them with my eyes until they vanish. Frowning, I almost ask why they did that, but I don't get the chance.

Paul comes up behind me, blunt in hand. "Want an herbal refreshment, babe?"

I offer a small smile. "No thanks—weed makes me sick."

Besides, the idea of me being in an inhibited state surrounded by literal strangers was not the best idea. I had no intention of tempting fate tonight. I came here with them bad enough without telling my brothers or mom where I was going. (And honestly, I was still trying to wrap my mind around why O did. But I was here now, so the only thing left to do was hold my own until one of them decided to drive me home.)

Paul passes the blunt off to David. Each boy takes a hit, though when it comes around to Marko, he speaks. "You don't have to take a big hit."

I lightly push his hand away. "Really, I—"

Paul knelt in front of me, resting his chin on my exposed knee. It's so startling I nearly kick him out of reflex.

"Have you ever heard of shotgunning?" he asks, a smile forming at his lips.

"No," I answer.

Paul jerks his head to Marko, a silent request to pass the blunt. He took an exceptionally long drag, and I watched with slight curiosity. Dwayne draped his arm over my shoulder, reaching around to tap my cheek. "Open your mouth and inhale," he whispered.

I did, hesitantly. Paul sat on his knees, his nose inches from my own, and he blew the smoke into my mouth. I pulled away fast, doubling over as I coughed. The boys snickered, Dwayne and Marko high-fiving.

Paul took another hit and exhaled through his nose. "Don't sweat it, babe, it takes practice."

When the coughing ceased, I straightened myself out and glared. "You could've warned me."

"It's the kinda thing you've gotta experience to understand." Marko ruffled my hair, turning my chin. "You wanna try again?"

I meant to say no. I knew that's what I wanted to say, but what came out of my mouth was, "Sure."

Marko took a hit and coaxed me to open my mouth. I inhaled again as Dwayne instructed, and Marko blew a steady stream of smoke into my mouth. It was just as bad as the first time, ending with me coughing up a lung, but at least I knew what to expect.

The three boys continued to do this for a while, each taking turns 'shotgunning' until I eventually stopped coughing as much and had a steady buzz. Not enough for me to be concerned. Oh no, by all accounts, I was still in possession of all of my faculties, just looser.

I relaxed into the couch cushions, staring up at the graffitied ceiling. How did that get up there?

David hadn't spoken in a while, but I knew he was still there, watching the action take place. "Marko."

He gestured for the boy to come close, and—reluctantly—he did. Paul immediately took his place, pulling my legs onto his lap.

Marko nodded and disappeared. When he came back, he was carrying a jewel-encrusted bottle and a stack of colorful paper cups. He passed the bottle to David and laid out five of the cups in a line.

David uncorked the bottle and brought the mouth of it to his nose, inhaling deeply. I hardly registered any of this, too preoccupied with the feeling of Dwayne's fingers massaging my scalp. I could've fallen asleep like that had it not been for Marko passing me a paper cup.

I peered down at the red, viscous liquid, frowning. "What's this?"

My question was either unheard or ignored because each of the boys was busy tossing back their drink, gulping it down eagerly. They each finished, one right after the other, each with a totally blissed-out look on their faces.

David was the first to be somewhat recovered. He nodded to the cup in my hand, "Drink it. I guarantee you'll enjoy it."

I brought the cup to my nose, taking a whiff. It didn't smell like alcohol—didn't smell like anything I recognized. Tentatively, I tipped the cup back, allowing the smallest of drops to touch my tongue. It was ... good.

I swallowed the contents in one gulp—a small drop of it trickling down the corner of my mouth. When I finished, I felt light. Not high or drunk, but something in between. Like I was floating like my body was no longer mine.

A shaky breath escaped me. Paul kissed the side of my head. "Atta, girl."

David gave me a smile, "Welcome to the club."

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A/N: I did not proof read this and wrote it at 12:40 am with no sleep from the night prior to this so I hope it isn't too crap.

Smut next chapter probably <3