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

Laced

warning- Dramy is doped the fuck up.

Dramy had gotten back to the hotel safe and sound, well physically anyway.
Because it seems last night's events had shaken them up quite a bit.
They stumbled into their room, locked the door and sat on their bed... Their eyes wide open and staring into the wall, extremely engulfed by whatever thought they were having at that exact moment, before laying down, and dozing off.

They honestly felt like never going to a show again just in fear of another encounter with John, well this sounds worse than it actually is, but Dramy was properly traumatized. Someone made the first move on Dramy? No fucking way!
Well maybe this was so upsetting to Dramy because they always needed to be in charge of their emotions, they needed to make the first move, make their choice carefully and have it all planned out, all of that could be done by making the first move, and having all their interactions planned out like some sort of fucking weirdo.

But of course they couldn't keep their ass out of the streets and venues, and soon enough they found themselves at a random venue again.
This time, some small local punk band was playing, they loved showing their support to up-and-coming bands who were just starting out and acting like a total fan girl. Reminds them of when they were sixteen, acting like fanatic groupies at random concerts just for shits and giggles.

So there they were, this time there was no entrance fee, so they were more than happy to spend whatever they had in their pockets on alcohol, oh, and some sulph. Or speed, or paste, whatever the fuck.
They had bought it from a random girl who was standing outside the venue, she had come up to Dramy and offered it to them, and they thought why the fuck not.
Of course, this wasn't their first time, so they were chill about it.

They wasted no time and walked in the venue and straight into one of the bathroom stalls, locking the door, and quickly took two spoons out of their bag, carefully placing the white pill between the two spoons and crushing it, leaving behind just a small pinkish white powder.
They wasted no time and snorted it all right up.
It made them think back on all the times they had been called nothing but a junkie, damn, guess they weren't that off.

Nonetheless, they wiped their nose and quickly exited the bathrooms, the effects of the drug almost immediately kicking in.
They loved doing things like these, especially forgetting that amphetamines can cause a lot of things ranging from depression to acute psychotic episodes- But nahhh, it's all about having fun, ain't it?

Dramy did their usual rounds of Jagerbombs, and then basically dived into the mosh pit.
The alcohol would always loosen them up just the right amount every time, perfect.
They were super energized, their hands basically shaking with energy and adrenaline mixed together, their blood pressure was probably sky-high and god knows how they must have looked to others, probably a drugged up whore on heroin withdrawals.

Dramy was enjoying their time in the mosh pit, when they caught a glimpse of,,, a certain someone.
They saw a flash of ginger hair from the corner of their eye and basically whipped their head around.
Their eyes were wide open as they frantically looked around the room, people shoving them and bumping into them.
And there he was! John. He was standing there amongst the people, and for a split instant Dramy could swear he was looking straight at them.

They wasted no time at all, their logical thinking at that moment was to go up to him, all the stuff in their body clouding any moral judgement and forgetting about how much they never wanted to see him again, and how cringe this all was.

Without a word, Dramy made their way towards him, pushing past the throng of people until they were standing in front of John. Dramy reached out their hand to grab onto his arm, and John's gaze landed straight on them.
They couldn't make out his expression at all, he went wide-eyed, but then a smirk quickly appeared on his lips.

He leaned in, speaking into their ear over the loud music. "Missed me?"
He stunk of alcohol.
God, it was so filthy, so gross. Dramy zoned out for a second, they could swear all their senses came back to them for a split second, the flashing lights were now unbearably bright, the music was piercing their eardrums, but they quickly snapped back out of it.

Dramy still unconsciously held onto his arm with one very shaky hand, an uncertain smile on their lips as their eyes were pointed straight at him."Welllllll..."
They started.
"I bet you'd like that a lot."
I guess the urge to flirt is stronger than them!

They stumbled slightly, their wide eyes still looking up at him.
Their eyes took in all of his features, as the flashing lights casted on him in all sorts of different colors.
Wow. They smiled giddy, as John shot them a puzzled expression.
Dramy had a thing for anyone who was even slightly good-looking, they'd become completely mesmerized.
Dramy always thought everyone in the world was beautiful. And that people over time forgot to see the beauty in even such a simple little thing as a human being. And they felt this way in that exact moment.

But even though they were free of impure thoughts for this slight moment, their expression was one of lust - well the familiar feeling would replace whatever they were feeling before anyway.

John hesitated for a moment before wanting to say something, but Dramy suddenly let go of him, before going wide-eyed and practically bolting out.
Not even into the bathrooms, they headed for the doors of the venue, their hand over their mouth as they basically almost tripped and fell, pushing some men out of their way and out the door they went!

What the fuck? John was left standing there pretty surprised, well, actually absolutely gobsmacked.

Dramy had begun to feel a very familiar and extremely unpleasant feeling, their head was spinning, their vision was blurring but most importantly their stomach felt like it was doing flips, and their mouth started to water. Shit, fuck, SHIT!
Dramy looked up at john, and bolted.
They felt dazed, the whole room was spinning, they felt like they were suffocating, as if everyone i the room was way too close to them for comfort, they could hear everyone's breath, everyone's pulse, their heartbeats.
They bolted for the venue doors, desperately needing fresh air. They felt like the moment they'd walk out, they'd feel so much better.
So they pushed past some old ass men standing at the door, earning a few cuss words from them as Dramy finally stepped foot outside. But allas! That did jack shit.

They stood there for a second, now shivering over their whole body.
And so they took off once more, this time their steps were more wobbly, the alcohol really doing its part and making them even more unstable on their feet.
They let out a loud groan, even the thought of vomiting was basically just terrorizing them.
They gripped their stomach with one hand and put the other hand over their mouth.
And so they made their way to wherever, not sure how long they had been stumbling around, taking turns running and walking, soon enough they found themselves leaning their hands on a railing overlooking the river of Thames.
They kept their head down, another loud groan escaped them as they now leaned over the railing, good god I swear if this bitch falls in.

But nope, nothing came out of them, not even a drop of vomit. Fuck. This is going to be a problem, they're gonna feel horrible for god knows how long if they don't get this out of their system fast enough.