Euronymous

Chapter Eighteen

T/W - drug/alcohol use, mature themes, violence

We walked into the bar, embracing the heat. That night was particularly cold, but I hadn't realised, otherwise I might've worn something a little warmer.
My legs weren't bare, but my ripped fishnets weren't exactly retaining any body heat. I wore black leather shorts and a red laced corset top under my leather jacket.
Krista tugged on my sleeve, pulling me toward Jan. Her face had lit up when I'd mentioned he invited her specifically. She'd always had a soft spot for him. She thought his nickname, Hellhammer, was cute.
We greeted everyone, and I made sure my eyes barely skimmed over Øystein.
I'd taken a couple of Molly before we'd arrived and I was waiting anxiously for them to kick in to take the edge off my nerves. It had steadily become my vice of choice. The hangovers weren't as bad, but the comedowns had their own drawbacks. At least it was cheaper than drinking.
While I waited for the effects to kick in, I stood at the bar, ready to order.
"What's your poison?" Varg asked, joining me.
"Whiskey neat." I smiled at him and he nodded. He ordered and handed me the drink, clinking our glasses together. Varg wasn't my favourite person, by any means, but I didn't know him that well.
I searched for Krista, to see where she'd sat, but my eyes connected with Øystein's. His expression was unreadable as his gaze flickered from me to Varg.
As the night went on, I watched Jan and Krista grow closer. Varg bought me a few rounds and I sat between him and Faust, making small talk enjoying the company.
Whenever Øystein would laugh, a smile crept to my lips. I felt much more at ease, even cracking a few jokes at Faust and Jan's expense, making Øystein stifle a laugh.
I'd gone back to the bar and ordered myself a beer. I looked over and watched Øystein take the last sip of his bottle.
"Make that two, please." I said to the bartender. She handed me the two bottles. As I walked back over, Occultus and Metalion who had been seated next to Øystein walked off. I took the opportunity to sit beside him and placed the fresh bottle in front of him. He looked at me, surprised written across his face.
"What's this?" He muttered.
"Cyanide." I smiled, sipping from my own bottle. He smirked and took the drink.
"Thanks, Peach."
A small group of us began the walk back to Helvete. I'd set off on my own, a few of the group in front of me, a few behind.
"So how've you been, Peach?" His familiar, raspy voice appeared just as he fell in step beside me. I laughed in response. Neither of us spoke for a few moments.
"Where's your favourite place?" He asked suddenly, curiosity genuine in his voice. I looked at him, confusion evident on my face.
"Why?" My question was blunt, but he persisted.
"Just answer."
"I don't really have a specific place. I just like being outside in the fresh air, under the trees." I shrugged, glancing at him from the side.
"What about you?" I asked in return. He ignored my question and stopped walking. I stopped with him and turned to meet his gaze.
"Let's go camping sometime." He said it so casually. I stood, staring back at him blankly,  surprised at his forwardness.
I flinched as Faust came running past us. He slammed a huge pipe into the windshield of the car we stood beside. "What the fuck?" I laughed in shock, backing away from the car as the alarm blared. My heart began to race.
Faust laughed maniacally, going in for another hit before Øystein took the pipe, throwing it aside.
"Let's go!" We began to run.
Out of breath, we walked inside the record shop. Somewhere in the commotion, Krista and Jan had disappeared. Only Faust, Varg, Øystein and myself had arrived back at Helvete. Faust collapsed in his little loft cave.
"Aww, it's exhausting wreaking havoc, isn't it?" I pouted playfully and he gave me the finger. I laughed, following Varg and Øystein downstairs to the cellar.