Punks Not Dead

Unhinged

•Lilith's POV•

We arrived at the party a bit early, meaning the crowd was still fairly small. But Silver's house was small, so the gang of punked-out kids, with their colorfully spiked hair, tattered garments and doc marten's seemed to fill it nicely.

We were greeted by a waft of smoke, the smell of cigarette and marijuana huge thickly in the air, which delighted me right away. I always felt at home in this type of atmosphere.

I kick an empty beer bottle from my way and it smashes against the side of the porch, sending glass shards skittering every which way. I walk into the mass of people, leaving Max and Sid behind.

They weren't kids anymore...well, Max wasn't anyways, so I figured it was safe for me to venture off. I wasn't ready to babysit them all night.

As I made my way into the belly of the beast, I quickly came across a familiar face. "OI, ROTTEN!" I yelled, as I swiftly jumped onto his back, causing him to topple over and send me flying over him. I crash onto the ground hard, surely bruising my tail-bone. I shrug it off, laughing hysterically.

"Bloody Hell, Lilith, you almost made me crap myself!" He said, helping me up off the dingy, stained floor. "So, what's the deal for tonight?" I asked, obviously meaning, 'what drugs are on the menu for this evening?!'

"Look at these..." He says, putting his hand into his right pant pocket and fishing out a crumpled chunk of foil paper, which he tossed at me casually. I caught it and anticipation began welling up inside of me. I opened it and there sat two purple tablets. I cocked my head and gave him an odd look.

"It's Acid baby..." He said and then I could see it in his eyes. He was already well above fucked up. Delighted, I grinned widely and kissed him on the cheek.

Without a second of hesitation, I had thrown both tablets down my gullet and chased it down with the remnants of Rotten's beer.

"Ayyy, that was my beer missy." He said, giving me a stern, but playful look. I shrugged, grinning madly. He then caught me in a headlock and started to rub his knuckles against my head, completely messing up my hair.

"You're gonna pay, you filthy bitch!" He laughed as I punched him and tried to escape his death grip. "Let me go you cunt! I'll get you another beer, if you just...let...me...go!" and with that I yanked away from his grip, which sent me flying for a second time across the room.

This time I came into collision with someone and sent their drink splattering everywhere. "What the fuck, Lilith?" I turned to see who I had crashed into, a sheepish grin on my face. There stood Max.

"HAHAAAAAAAAA...fuck mate, I'm so sorry." She couldn't help but laugh when she saw that I was covered in the mess that was once her drink. I looked down at my outfit, scoffed, then laughed.

"AHMAHGAWD, youuuuu so ruined my outfit!" I mimicked a preppy school girl and placed a hand on my hip. This scene only made her laugh even more. "Alright, I'll go replace your drink, be back in a second."

And with that I was off. The crowd was growing furiously by the minute. The amount of people had at least doubled from the time we had arrived. I made my way through the crowd, nodding or stopping for a second to chat with the people whom I knew best.

I finally made my way into the kitchen, which was surprisingly the least crowded room of the lot. I retrieved a glass from one of the cupboards, which were either missing their doors completely or pasted in graffiti. I grabbed the nearest bottle of available liquor, a 40 of Jack Daniels, and filled the glass half full.

I capped the bottle, grabbed the ginger ale from the fridge and added a minute amount to the glass, snickering to myself. If Max wasn't drunk yet, she soon would be. I returned the bottle to the fridge and that's when it hit me.

Without warning, the room began swimming and the lights seemed much brighter than they had been only seconds earlier. I giggled like a school girl as I began to peak. 'I fucking love Acid.' I think to myself, grabbing a beer from the counter and then heading back out into the mass of punks.

Everything was starting to look completely fucked up and I was seriously having a hard time keeping focus on what I was doing, but I eventually found my way back to Max and Sid.

I handed Max her drink and snickered silently. She took a large slug and her eyes went wide and she had to fight to not spit it up. Though, tougher than I had thought, she swallowed hard and grimaced.

"What the FUCK, mate! Did you dump the whole bottle in there?" I laughed whole heartedly, the whole scene seemed funnier than it really was with a head full of acid. Tears started to spill uncontrollably from the corner of my eyes. I tried so hard to stop, but it just wouldn't let up.

Max and Sid stared at me in utter confusion. "Ay, what the fuck are you on?" Max asked curiously. I took a deep breath and waited for my laughter to subside.

"Acid! Two hits..." Then the laughter started again. Max only shook her head and chuckled. I walked out into the crowd, in attempt to find Rotten....