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

Cant handle a little competition?

"Nothing Important, just a sudden change of plans is all"
He spoke in a low voice, oh poor Sime. They could only imagine it being something having to do with his junkie mum.

"Alright, fine. You don't have to tell me, the important thing is that you're here, and you're safe. And you're with me"
They looked up at him again, a smile on their lips. A genuine smile, that is. They were actually content.
They missed this poor sod, dirty, raggedy or rude as he was/ could be, he was the only person that seemed to stick around, and show interest in Dramy beyond sexual desire - which believe it or not means a lot to Dramy.

But, of course, nothing lasts forever. Especially the nice moments, they're gone before you can ever appreciate them properly, that's why Dramys smile faded.
This good experience will somehow get replaced by a bad one, 100%. That's how the world works, something good happens, just for something bad to crush that moments later.

As was stated before, they got really attached to people superfast, they'd form a bond, and you could never get rid of them. Ever. Well, not in a creepy way, of course - Or maybe their stalking records would like to beg to differ....

"Right, Sime, wanna do something?"
Dramy sat up from the bed suddenly, not wanting to talk about that anymore, looking down at him now with a hyped up smile that spoke for itself.
They probably shouldn't go out anywhere again after what just happened, but hey, fuck it! Live fast, die young? Fuck that's cringe.

"What - Now? You should at least eat something before going for round two"
Simon deadpanned, also standing up, clearly pretty concerned, but the smile that appeared on his face after showed the real excitement in him.
Dramy wondered when the last time he went out was, or at least how they used to together.

"No time for that! C'mon let's go back to that concert, I need the distraction."
They said, brushing off the boy's concern for their health.
I mean, he was totally right, too bad Dramy hated to do what others told them, so if anything he just ruined any chance of Dramy eating anything before going out again. Too bad.

John beamed up, smiling ear to ear. Dramy was happy to see him, just as excited as they were.
"Fuck yes!"
Dramy smiled at his excitement, finally out and about together, these two.
So good to have this nice warm feeling of going out with someone back, all of a sudden, the London streets didn't seem so dark, dirty and cold, they also felt way more confident with such a cool ass dude by their side.
He was always destined to be punk, Dramy always knew that.

"London is as bloody gross as I remember it being"
He joked as they walked down the street, not many people out at this hour, just a few drunk girls getting kicked out of the very same venue they were going in. Dramy smiled at them, priceless!

"Gotta get used to it again"
Dramy mumbled, as they both stopped right in front of the venue entrance.

"Hmmm, Lockjaw, Snuff, The Catholic Girls and Chaos UK, aye? Seen them a thousand times before. I wonder when something refreshing will come up."
He read the poster stapled to the outside of the bar showing the lineup for tonight. Although, they were pretty late, so they probably only made it in time to see Chaos UK.

"Yeah, it's always the same lot around this place. I like the familiarity, though."
They said, as they pushed the door open. They really did like that the same bands played, it gave them time to warm up, really get to know the scene in London. It worked well for them. But maybe seeing some new shit wouldn't hurt either.
The intense smell of cigarettes and alcohol, and sweaty old men, quickly made its way to them. Fuck, I'd give anything for a cig right about now.
They wasted no time in making their way towards the bar.