Whiskey

2

-Katherine-
One month later
Nikki was talking to me as we were cleaning his house. It was just a shitty little apartment, but it was still home. When he's not at my house with Tommy I'm here with him. 
Nikki wanted to start a band. He can play bass already and Tommy can play drums, but they still need a lead guitarist and a singer. I helped Nikki put an add in the paper. After that we almost instantly started getting calls. Most were just people asking how much they would be paid. When we said that it's just a fun thing, and they're not getting paid anytime soon, they quickly declined.
We eventually got a couple of guys to accept though. The first one to get here was short with blonde hair. He was kinda chubby and looked like he had no idea what he was doing.
When they started playing it was going well, in the beginning.
"Stop, stop man" Nikki said sounding very annoyed and kinda tired.
"I'm sorry man, it's nothing like over ever played before" the blonde said, trying to not make eye contact with Nikki.
"That's the fucking point man" Nikki said, finally giving up. "Tommy, Kat, outside now" he mumbled while grabbing a beer and going outside to the stairwell.
"This dude sucks man. He can't even play a simple guitar riff, which isn't even that fast."
"Hey, he's just a Rhythm man. We can find someone new later Kat." Tommy said, finally giving up. That's when we saw a tattered, old red car pull over, blasting heavy metal. A short guy with long black hair and a shirt that says "FREAKS" on it in all different colors, got out of the vehicle, groaning loudly then giving us all dirty looks.
"Holly shit" Nikki mumbled while taking another swing of his beer. I just laughed a little.
Tommy went out to the man after that, trying to help him carry in all his gear. Tommy is very scrawny but he's actually pretty strong. He lifted the man's guitar amp barely breaking a sweat.
"Hey, I'm Tommy "
"Mick Mars"
"I'm the drummer"
"Scrawny for a drummer"
"I was in suite 19 so"
"Shitty band"
"Dude, have you even seen us play?"
"Suite 19?" Tommy nodded his head to Mick's question.
"Don't need to, bands with shitty names ten times out of 10 shitty band"
"What the fuck do you know" Tommy mumbled trying to walk backwards up the stairs.
"Hey" Mick says to both Nikki and I.
"Hey man" Nikki replies with his signature smirk. "Hey Mick, nice to meet you"I said cheerily, trying to be civil. We then both followed Tommy and Mick back up to the apartment.
Once we were back inside, Mick was quick to start hooking up his guitar, receiving dirty looks from the other guitarist, which he ignored.
Once they started playing they sounded great, well all except for the blonde.
"Fuckin hippy ain't gonna make it" Mick mumbled to Nikki .
"So tell him"Nikki replied, giving him permission to kick him out.
"Look, there's only room for one guitar player in this band and that's me so why don't you pack up your toys and go home." Mick said, showing no emotion.
"Um I was here first" The blonde said, not knowing what to say anymore.
"Nikki? Tommy?" He asked, expecting the boys to back him up. Nikki just avoided his gaze and Tommy acted like he dropped his drumstick on 'accident'. Both avoiding the question the best they could. "You're gonna choose this old dude over me? Man fuck you guys, just a shitty fucking band" He yelled as he grabbed his guitar and ran out, crying. I started to laugh.
"Great! Now all you guys need is a singer." I said with as much enthusiasm as I could manage.
"What we need is someone who looks like David lee Roth with a vibe like fucking Bowie" Nikki said, a big smile plastered on his face from his excitement.
"So we're looking for a skinny blonde fucker with moves" Mick said with an eye roll.
"Wait, wait guys. I think I know our guy" I said quickly going to put my shoes on and grabbing another beer from the fridge.

-Nikki-
We just arrived at the house party that this singer is supposed to be at. The music is loud, there's booze, and there's chics everywhere! My kinda party. Kat doesn't seem to be enjoying herself, she just looks focused on finding this guy she mentioned while the rest of us drink and flirt with any woman that walks by.
"There he is!" Kat exclaims excitedly, jumping up and down and dancing to the music, causing me to laugh. She's so adorable sometimes.
Why did I say that? I'm just glad I didn't say that out loud.
"Thank you, we are Rock Candy!" The guy yelled into the mic as he jumped off the makeshift stage. He immediately went to the small bar they had set up and met a woman. I'm pretty sure they split an ecstasy pill before Kat started walking over to him. When she got to him she gently tapped him on the shoulder. I couldn't tell what they were saying but once he realized who she was he gave her a big hug, which made my blood boil and my eye to twitch.
Why am I acting like this all of a sudden? I'm just gonna get a drink, I'm probably just having an alcohol withdrawal.
Kat gave the guy who I learned is named Vince, the tape and I grabbed another bottle of jack, then we got ready to leave. I was just ready to get home and not have to think of Kat and Vince together.
When we got home however, the thoughts didn't go away.
"Hey Nikki, whatcha thinking about?" Kat asked me innocently, leaning against me on the shitty couch in my apartment.
"Nothing" I mumbled quietly.
"Are you sure? You seem upset" Kat said, sounding worried.
"I said I'm fine ok? For fucks sake stay out of my fuckin business" I yelled angrily, storming to the kitchen to get another beer.
Why did I do that? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME? How could I yell at her like that when she didn't even do anything. Maybe these drugs really are getting to me. No, I'm fine. I can control this, the drugs are too good to just give up.
My mouth started to water at just the thought of snorting a line of coke right now. I want it. I NEED it.