while we are young / halsey

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emp·ty
ˈem(p)tē/
adjective
(of words or a gesture) lacking meaning or sincerity.

the two took me to a club bensons brother used to work at in the city. i had no idea what to expect, but that was soon about to change.  we parked in a near by parking garage and walked as fast as we could to the club so nothing bad would happen to us. the bouncer asked for our IDs and let us in, barely even checking them. i didnt even need to go in to smell the liquor and weed. this was going to be a good night.

as we stepped in men immediately stopped the three of us, asking to buy us drinks, etc. benson could tell i was scared so she had ashley stick by my side. ashley looked amazing. she was glowing like the sun and her hair flowing like river rapids. she was mine, and no one could take that away from me.
ashley and i shoved our way through the lovesick, drunken bodies to the bar at
the fat end of the room as benson was already on the dancefloor. she did all the talking for me as i was already claustrophobic and anxiety-struck.
"can i have a gin and tonic," ashley asked the bartender in a seductive tone, which i immediately got jealous of.
"10 dollars." the man spoke, almost monotone.
ashley was playing him. she felt her
thighs as if pockets were placed there and bent over the bar, "oh no, it seems as though i forgot money," she said even more seductive.
the bartender looked down at her chest and grabbed a bottle of gin.
"oh, thats okay babygirl. if you need anything,
give me a call." he said smiling as he handed her a card with his number on it.
"why thank you darling, i owe you one." she spoke, winked, and looked at me. "she will have a vodka soda. thank you again, darling."
he smiled and made our drinks. the second they were handed to us she pulled me away,
without saying thank you.

"wanna go get high?" ashley asked me as
she lead me through the mob of bodies. before i could answer, benson approached us.
"i met a hot guy who have me some good stuff. wanna head out back and shoot up?" she asked us, though the question was directed
toward ashley more than me.
"fuck yeah man. you coming, red?" she asked me. i nodded, not really sure what drugs i was dealing with. i followed the two back through the crowd and into a humid and badly lit hallway. benson seemed to know exactly where we were going. we walked into an even worse lit room and the second the metal door opened a stench flooded the hallway. sweat, pot, and other foul smells i cannot seem to identify. there were about 10 other men and women in the room, of whom all looked mortified as we walked in.
"welcome to the put-out room." ashley whispered to me. i giggled at the name, but soon realized everyone there was wasted. needles,blunts, and stangely coloured powders and tablets covered almost every surface. i was terrified, but i couldnt let ashley down.

"benson!" a man with long, curly blonde hair and striking green eyes approached us. "welcome!"
they hugged, and i could tell this was the guy benson said had drugs. his eyes were dilated and red and he was visibly shaking, but benson didnt seem to care as she let us to the ripped up, stained, beige couch. a girl with smeared lipstick was sitting on in already, staring at the wall facing her. i was terrified of what had happened to these people.

"dont be so scared, its fine, its safe." she looked at me and smiled. her slightly crooked smile made all my worries fade away instantly. i loved her. she kissed me quickly and turned back around to face benson and the man she was holding onto. "carla, move your ass away from this couch." the man yelled at the girl on the couch. she stood up and walked to a mattress in a corner and laid down. she was a zombie. "now, you three girls sit down." we obeyed.
"before we hook you girls up, you should know a little bit about us. i am wolf, and everyone else here are like you, wanting to get hammered. not everything here is safe, so you need to give your full consent first. also, a 50 dollar down payment from each of you." we all nodded and pulled out money from our wallets, and ashley and i set down our drinks.
we all handed 50 dollars to him, and he smiled.
"good. now lets get to the fun part." he walked to a refridgerator that looked to be years old. i would do anything for ashley, and this is one of those things im doing for not just her, but for me. i grabbed her blue hair dye stained hand with mine pale skinned one. i squeezed. she squeezed in return. i needed to get what happened off my mind.