It Could Be You. [ d.a + n.g ]

Hostiles

This party wasn't one I was looking forward to. Alex simply convinced me so he wouldn't be alone in it, he loves parties and I love alcohol, so why not join him?

We knew the Oasis wankers were going to be there, I really had nothing against them, not at all, but they had alot against me, they thought they were so good but still saw me and the band as a thread. Honestly, they just liked to pick up fights anywhere they could.

We were in the cab on our way there, I hadn't been feeling good lately and I didn't know if social interactions were a great idea at the moment, and alcohol? Absolutely not a great idea, not a chance. I just wanted to relax, maybe sit on a corner until next morning with a bottle of something, of whatever.

''I'm so tired,'' I sighed, resting my head on Alex's shoulder.

He breathed out a laugh. ''You weak twat, why are you even tired?''

''Too many pills,'' I answered as I cuddled his side. It was true, lately I had been taking way too many, the drugs don't let me sleep and I need pills to get some rest at night. I can't leave the drugs because they give me what I'm missing daily, energy and awareness, and I can't leave the pills because the take the energy away, making me sleep. Odd cycle.

''Figures,'' Alex answered, shuffling under me. ''Don't fall asleep please, it'd be imposible to wake you later.'' He pleaded.

''I won't, I just need to rest my eyes.'' I responded.

''I bet a good dose of Gallagher will wake you. It wakes me.'' He joked.

''It's been a while, they don't even care about us anymore.''

''Yeah? They don't want us to catch AIDS and die anymore?'' He laughed loudly and I did too.

''He said he was sorry,'' I defended. As I said, they just liked to pick fights everywhere.

''Well, we're here so we'll fucking see.'' He pushed me away slowly and paid the cabby. He got down first and helped me get down aswell, I was wrecked and it wasn't even midnight.

''Can you even walk?'' Alex giggled while I supported myself on his shoulders.

''Yeah, I just don't want to.''

We gave out our names in the entry and walked inside the place, going down some stretch stairs to were the actual fuss was happening. I could hear the people like they were houses away, meaning the pills were doing his thing.

The place was full, everyone were already wasted and looking at them made me dizzy. I needed a drink to wake me up, maybe someone had drugs.

''You okay on your own?'' I whispered-screamed to Alex.

''Yeah. Are you? He smirked.

I grinned and nodded at him, watching him walk away to a group of people. I was too fucked to recognize their faces.

I put on my arrogant, careless facade and walked to the bar, who was being attended by some lanky kids who were clearly too high to even hear me.

''A Newcastle brown!'' I screamed at one for over the noise. He laughed and turned around, looking everywhere a hundred times without seeing what I asked. When he finally did he took out two bottles and put them in front of me.

''One's on the house, Mr. Albarn!'' He smiled nicely.

Mr. Albarn, that was a way of making me feel old.

''Just Damon!'' I laughed. Turning around without checking if he heard me.

I started drinking right away, gazing all over the place for a spot to drop dead until Alex would find me. I checked every corner with as much concentration as I could put in it.