Cigarettes and Alcohol

Shopping

"Kurt."

"Yeah?"

"There's this gig, in London, on the 24th, that I was thinking of going to. It's this absolutely incredible band. Like, fucking amazing beyond belief, once in a lifetime kind of band that are releasing their first album in August. And I think you'd really like them." God I felt like a child asking their parent for money or something.

"You want to go?"

"I thought you might want to. Like, they're the kind of band to completely change the game. Might even kick grunge out of the top spot." I joked, and he chuckled at that.

"I'll see if I can get tickets and a flight. If they're as good as you say they are then I'll want to see that." Just after he said that we pulled into a parking spot in a rough looking neighbourhood.

"I just have to stop here for a second to get some stuff for tonight. Any requests?"

"Do they have Ketamine in the states?"

"I'll ask." he said, opening the car door.

Fucking hell he's totally getting heroin. I'd never dealt with anyone who's actually done any of the hard stuff, my friends and I had only ever tried party drugs. I felt like I should say something. So I came up with, well, something.

"Have you ever tried it?"

"Afraid not. I'll have to try some tonight if you're up for sharing." He said as he was getting out a second time, so I grabbed his arm.

"Look it's, uh, not good mixing it with the hard stuff, yeah? Do you wanna like, just try that tonight?" He seemed confused, looking down at my hand on his arm before he looked into my concerned eyes. He seemed to get what I was saying, his eyebrows furrowing as he decided what to do. He pressed his lips together.

"Yeah, okay. Just that tonight then." He nodded, not looking at me and getting out.

"Want me to come with you? inside?" He considered this for a second.

"Alright, you may as well meet Dylan." So I hopped out of the car and he locked it, following him up the stairs to Dylan Carlson's door.

This was the fucking guy who gave Kurt the gun. This bastard.

Kurt knocked on the door and after a bit of shuffling and sounds of locks being unlocked the door swung open.

"Oh, hey Kurt. Who's she?" I frowned.

"Try asking her yourself. Her name is Effy." I said, bitterly. Kurt seemed surprised at my tone, so he tried to diffuse the tension.

"Effy here is my and Courtney's new babysitter. We'd like to know if you by any chance have any Ketamine."

"Not the normal order eh? She's having a better effect on you than your wife does." He smirked. He has a creepy smirk. He walked into another room and grabbed a couple baggies for us, handing them over. I frowned at him again and looked at Kurt, and he looked away so I peered around the room. It was a bit of a shit show, a dirty sofa and mattress with magazines, beer bottles and a couple needles lying around on the floor. Ew. I looked at Kurt nodding to the door, and he nodded at me so he handed Dylan a few notes and we left.

"What a dump. Jesus Christ." I said as we walked down the steps and back to the car and Frances.

"Well, it is an addict's house. What else do you really expect?"

"Yours doesn't look like that."

"He's not a famous, wealthy super rockstar with a girl who's willing to clean up after parties is he?"

I went quiet as we got into the car.

"How do you feel about being so famous? Can't be that fun."

"It's not great, but the fans who like the music are nice. I just hate the guys who listen to our music because it's popular and all that. I'm glad people really enjoy the band's music I guess." He said, so I nodded and turned around to check on Frances who was sleeping soundly, and very adorably.

When we got back to the house I grabbed her carrier and one of the shopping bags while Kurt took the rest and we went inside.

"I'll put the stuff away, would you mind tucking in Frances?" I did as I was told and brought her upstairs carefully as she was still asleep and put her in her cot underneath several blankets. I sat there for a little while just listening to her little baby breaths. She was a very precious and sweet baby and I'm lucky to know her. While I was looking down at her fondly Kurt appeared in the doorway of the room.

"I was thinking tonight, we could take half an hour turns keeping an eye on her and the party? We shouldn't leave her alone since she's gonna be in the house and I can't imagine would be very happy with the noise, but if we keep everyone downstairs it shouldn't be too bad. Not that many people are coming."

I nodded happily, expecting him to make me stay in the room the whole time.

Tonight's gonna be fun.

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I was thinking about shortening the next chapters in order to get on with the story a bit more, what do you guys think? Next chap is gonna be normal length/bit longer but we shall see. Hope you're enjoying so far, let me know what you think :)