Anything, Anywhere, Anytime // OC X John Lydon (Johny Rotten)

Cleaning out the streets

Dramy stormed into the venue, their short, messy brown hair tousled as they pushed past the crowd that formed near the entrance.
The bouncer stepped into the doorway, crossing his muscular arms right as Dramy was about to get it.
"Oh you gotta be fucking- Come on man, I'm with the band"
They pleaded, fuck, they almost forgot it's different in London. Back in their hometown, everyone was welcomed into concerts- or more like- it was way easier to bypass any security when everyone was their friend. Also, no, of course they weren't with the band-
"Nuh uh young lady. Not buying it-"
The bouncer started in a deep voice, looking down at Dramy who was nervously stepping back and forth on each leg.
But he was cut off by someone's hand on his shoulder from someone who was already standing behind him.
Dramy looked up at the man in question and smiled at him as if he was their savior.
It was none other than Michal Pixa, lead guitarist of the previously mentioned band.
He wore sunglasses, a The Clash shirt similar to Dramys and his unmistakable washed out red jeans with band patches all over.
"Ale nech ju projít ty svináku anglickej. Však je to jen holčička."
He spoke, earning a chuckle from Dramy who understood what he said.
"Díkec!"
They beamed, jumping up and down, the familiar man calmly smiling.
The bouncer moved out of the doorway, making room for Dramy to pass.

"Vážně, děkuji."
They said again, turning back to him and smiling wide.

"No tak tebe vidět v Lonýně mladá slečno, to jsem nečekal!"
He laughed, Dramy admitted it was a pretty strange coincidence.
"To samé bych mohla říct já o vás."
They added with a smile as well.

Michal soon excused himself, as their set was about to start. Dramy waved him goodbye, they got pretty damn lucky.

Once they were safely in, they scanned the room, their gaze searching for anyone, anything. God, they felt so conflicted not seeing any known faces, all they saw was some unknown punks and metalheads all talking with each other and smiling.
They felt quite out of place, possibly the only one in the venue to have come completely alone, what a loser move.

Nevertheless, they swiftly walked over to the bar, leaning their hands on it.
Ahhh, good ol alcohol to loosen up a bit, perfect.
They ordered three Jagerbombs, and watched carefully as the bartender mixed Jagermeister with some energy drink in three little shot glasses, and placed them all on the counter.

Dramy wasted no time, as they heard the music start to play they quickly swung back the tree shots, thanking the waiter and making their way towards the stage.
Their objective was always to be as close to the stage as possible, but tonights mosh pit hit a little harder than they expected.
They still wasted no time joining the mosh pit, thrashing and shoving people around recklessly.
The song they opened up with was "Cigára 1991" such a classic, they thought about how much they pitied these English people who probably had no idea what the song is about, sucks to suck!

Unbeknownst to them, someone they have met before was also at this concert, enjoying a drink, that being the same guy who had found them in that alleyway a week or so back.
He had come to this concert out of curiosity, there are not many chances to explore the foreign punk scene and music, so it's understandable.
He watched with amusement as the mosh pit formed, the people knocking each other around, falling down, getting hurt, not his cup of tea, but watching was just as much fun.
His glance landed on a certain someone, Dramy, despite looking to be the youngest person in the mosh pit, and smallest in confront with all those huge punk men, they looked like they were handling it perfectly and looked to be having loads of fun, much to his amusement when they got into an argument with someone.

Dramy has had a few drinks before, and their temper flared, and they found themselves in the middle of a heated argument with some old bloke.
He didn't quite catch what happened, he must have out his hands on them or something.
He took a sip of his drink, raising an eyebrow at the scene unfolding.