War Hole (Elton John x John Lennon x David Bowie x Andy Warhol fanfic)

Chapter 1- Night

Andy POV

I am too high to know what date it is. I try to focus. I have the year pinned down- 1974. At least I think so. But the rest is warm and fuzzy like my hair. I snap pictures of almost everything. I know that when I wake up, I won't remember tonight. But these pictures give me a window into whatever the night before was. I am so high. I don't even know what I am high on any more, I am that high. I am so high. I am so high that the Eiffel Tower is beneath me. Yes, I am that high. My head feels floaty, because I am high. 

I look around and even though my vision is funny (because I am so high) I realise that John and Elton aren't here any more. They might be fucking somewhere, because they got high with me (and I am so high) and they like to fuck before the drugs wear off. It makes them feel less guilty. I somehow manage to stumble over to the door of the bathroom. I knock but the door swings open and I fall forwards. The ground feels further away because I am high, and that means that it hurts more when I hit it. I look up and see David in the bath. He is naked and singing "Fame"- his latest hit. He is probably high too, he doesn't look up and instead begins to wank to the sound of his own voice. I don't blame him, if I was him, I would wank to myself too.

Fame, makes a man take things over/ Fame, lets him loose, hard to swallow 

I'd have no problem swallowing his monster cock, even though I'm high.

Still, John and Elton are not here. "David" I slur, my voice is slurred because I am high. "Do you want to find Elton John Lennon with me?" He ignores me, but I am not sure if I actually said it out loud or in my head, because I am very high. I leave, crawling like a lizard along the floor. Before I get too far away, I snap a boudoir style shot of David in his bubble bath. Bubbles float and get high too. I am high right now. I snap a few more pictures as I walk through the hotel, finally reaching the door of the place John and Elton like to fuck. I take a snapshot of the door before I knock. "Fuck off, Mimi" I hear John. His voice is muffled. I am not sure if it is because of the door between us or because I can't hear properly because I'm high. "I am not the Mimi. It's Andy Wort hole" I call back.

"Winston, baby, what's happening?" I hear Elton.

"Andy Wam pole is trying to get in." John replies. His accent is not Liverpudlian any more, at least not very much. Maybe it just sounds more American to me because I'm so high right now.

"Tell him to fuck off. He probably has a camera and herpes and everything." I sigh and step back. I thought that they were my friends.

"Can you at least tell me what you're doing in there?" I plead.
"Cocaine." Comes the short reply. I wish I wasn't missing out. I like it when John puts cocaine along Elton's bum crack before he snorts it up his beaky nose. I wouldn't even take pictures of it if they asked me. I am surely too high to get a good shot anyway. I stand still, or I try to- I sway because I'm so high and the world keeps wiggling around. Eventually though I give up. I am sad even though I am high.