How To Train a Rockstar (Complete)

Step 014: Do Hard Drugs

Vince was curled up in bed with a hot cup of tea in one hand and a book in the other.

It was past 11:30, he should be asleep.

Just like you should be.

Go the fuck to sleep. You have school tomorrow. This story isn't worth it.

Where was I?

Right:

This particular book was just too good for Vince to put down and simply go to sleep, so he stayed up past his typical bedtime.

But then he heard some weird noises. His friends said they were gonna stay up and party to celebrate Nikki's birthday.

He couldn't focus on the word-laden pages and his curiosity was eating him away, so he decided to go investigate.

He crept across the room and peered around the doorframe, seeing the light of the living room from down the hall.

He couldn't see down the hallway so he scurried a little closer, then heard Tommy screaming.

He walked into the living room and bit back a gasp.

Clothes and bottles were strewn around everywhere. Tommy was missing his shirt, Nikki was stripped all the way down to a pair of boxer shorts, and Mick was literally wearing a garter belt and stockings.

"W-what...happened in here?"

"VINNIE!" Nikki cried as he noticed him.

"Heeeyyy." Tommy waved, clearly intoxicated.

"This DUMBASS over here," Mick threw his arm around Nikki's shoulder, "thought it'd be a good idea to play strip-poker. Then these fuckers thought it'd be fucking funny to gang up on me...long story short I'm on cocaine."

"I was this close!" Tommy screamed in the background, "I almost won!"

"Why are you on cocaine?" Vince asked, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He should've known.

"Vinceeee!" Nikki slurred, fending Mick off, "You should try some."

Vince mumbled, still in shock at the sheer absurdity of what he was looking at, "Mick, why're you wearing—"

"I TOLd YOU FUCKER I LOST STRIP-POKER."

"MICK THAT DOESN'T EXPLAIN ANYTHING." Vince screamed.

"VINCE!" Nikki cried, "C'mon, try some! I love drunk Vince...especially when he grabs my ass."

"Ignore the horny gay bitch." Tommy shoved Nikki away by his face, "Just ignore all of this."

"No! I want Vince to join the party." Nikki whined, trying to pry Tommy's hand off his face.

"But he's gonna ruin it because of the eight foot pole up his butt."

"GIMME A SECOND SO I CAN THINK OF A GOOD GAY JOKE." Mick shouted over them.

"Shut up, Mick."

"FUCK YOU." He threw an empty bottle at Tommy's face, but he missed and hit Nikki instead.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Nikki let out a shocked cry before stumbling a short distance then falling onto the floor, "Jokes on you, I didn't feel it anyway!"