body electric || kirk hammett

xv.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

it was risky. precarious odds, high stakes, way over your head.

the plan? everyone was to go to their bedrooms, divided into pairs.
—lars & james in theirs,
cliff in his,
then you & kirk.

you were to gather every single substance both drug & alcohol (anything illegal really) you could find. from the smallest lace of coke to the biggest bottle of jager you needed it all out. you would clean their rooms then tonight, in aim that the cops wouldn't come before then, you would bring them to jared's car, stash it in the trunk, and hope that when the cops do come, there's nothing for show.

jared is deemed inconspicuous and law enforcement doesn't take him serious anymore.

as soon as the cops leave, you'll all break a run for it to jared's car and hide by the payphone across the street. you'll pick up the phone, send an anonymous tip to the cops (you could do it from the trailer but where's the fun in that?), they'll be dispatched to jared, and arrest him for the possession of illegal drugs.

end of plan.

—

you & kirk were busily searching around his room. under his bed, in the closet, shelves, drawers. he dug in his nightstand, rummaging his items around until he found a small bag of coke. "found it." he said, tossing it to you & you tossed it in the duffel bag center on the floor.

"anything else we might've missed? did you smoke all the doobies? what about shrooms?" you asked, turning over his clothes in the hamper.

"oh, yeah. shrooms. they should be.." he led on, looking around frantically. "right here." he lifted up his mattress to reveal the deflated plastic package of mushroom heads. they went into the bag. "that's all of them."

hands on your hips, you nodded hopefully. maybe this might just work out. "all that's left is alcohol, and you don't drink that much anyways." you said, grabbing the bottles lined on his bookshelf by the neck and stashing them into the bag.

you squat down to zip it, "ok." you assured once it was closed, turning to him. "take off your clothes."

he gave you a cautious look, "sex? already? we haven't even finished cleaning up." he took off his shirt regardless and threw it to you without a problem.

"not sex," you corrected, grabbing his shirt. "i need to clean your clothes. you smell like weed." he shrugged, frowning, pouting his lip and unzipping his jeans. he tossed you them. "this feels like rape."

you shot him a look, waving him off while you gathered all the stale clothes. "go take a shower."

"without you?" he teased; fooling but not really.

it was clear he wanted to hit. "ok how about this," you started, shoving him a clean pair of clothes into his chest, "after we do this, we'll fuck. deal?"

he grinned; his cheeks high in nothing but his plaid boxers. "deal." then headed out to shower.

—

outside, you reached across your driver's seat to grab something in the cupboard of your car.

—burning sage.

once back inside, you sparked the bundle of leaves with a lighter and began saging out the smell from the trailer. from what you heard, (which is why you kept it handy), sage blankets the smell of weed.

"oh god," cliff said, slinging his duffel bag of drugs/alcohol to the living room, setting it down clumsily. "witchy woman."

you snickered, "shut up. it's all i had." then came closer to him & started drawing a ring of smoke around his body playfully. in a meditative voice you said, "i'm clearing you of all your negative energy."