Cigarettes and Alcohol

Smokey rooms.

Half an hour before everyone arrived, we cut up the drug on the kitchen counter. I took my spoon necklace off and he laughed.

"You experienced then?"

"Hell yeah I am."

I tipped some onto the spoon and passed it to him, and he snorted it with ease.

"Go slow for now, you don't want to get in a hole on your first go."

I said before snorting two of my own key's worth.

"I have a high tolerance."

I decided at that point to put the necklace around Kurt's neck, so I quickly explained that I was giving him it in case he wanted any more later on.

We went and sat on the sofa and waited until it hit.

—

There was loud music, I couldn't tell what it was for the life of me, but it was some damn good music. I was stood up and moving my arms around to it but it felt like my body was trying to catch up with my mind, my limbs moving slowly. I was dancing beside some tall, shirtless guy in jeans on top of the coffee table, enjoying the short but sweet high. My body was moving slowly but it felt good. My mind, as it tends to do when on this specific narcotic, was clear while my body was decidedly not.

The lights were dim and the room was noticeably smokey. This was all so, so, real. It felt like I was back home drinking and getting high with my friends, yet with acquaintances I had been quickly introduced to. The room was calm, the music was good. The atmosphere was relaxed and everyone was having a good time, lying on the sofa, or dancing, or snorting something or dancing.

I was chatting with the guy I was on the table with, dancing with him and moving to the rhythm of the music. Then, across the room, the door opened.

Peroxide blonde and red lipstick. Moving towards me. A man with his arm around her.

Oh no.

The crowd parted.

Oh shit.

"What the fuck are you doing here." She said coldly.

"Ketamine."

That was the wrong answer apparently, because she grabbed my arm and yanked me to the corridor. Her grip on my arm hurt, even with all the tranquillisers in my system. She's a strong woman, I'll give her that.

Pushing me against the wall and standing over me, she asked again,

"I'll ask again, what the fuck are you still doing here."

I looked at the guy in a panic, Billy Corgan I assume, who had followed us into the corridor. He gave me a scornful look as if I had done something wrong.

"I'll answer again, I'm doing ketamine."

apparently being a smartass doesn't get you anywhere good in Courtney's books, because she raised her hand while the other was still clamped around my own.

"You should've left if you know what's good for you.'"

Her hand raised higher.

The hit never came.

"Courtney!"

Her bright hair flicked around her face and brushed mine when she turned to face Kurt.

She smiled and went over to hug him but she stepped away.

"What in God's name are you doing harassing a 19 year old girl!? I told you why she's here, she needed help! Are you insane?"

Yes.

Her wide, red lipped smile vanished. In a sickly sweet voice she replied,

"I'm sorry Kurt, I came back to check on you, to see if you were alright. You're my husband after all."

"Not for much fucking longer." She stares at him. Then, she turned to me.

"You, you little bitch. You turned him against me."

I grabbed the finger that was waving in my face. I was still so gone.

"No, you brought your boyfriend to our damn house." Kurt said over her shoulder.

"He's here for me when I need him Kurt. He supports me, he actually loves me."

This woman changes her attitude quicker than the climate changes in the 21st century.

"I'd be there for you if you didn't constantly go off fucking this man whore who apparently has no respect for people's marriage, unlike you."

Ouch.

"You know what? Fuck you Kurt, Fuck this! Go ahead and fuck this groupie slut for all I care!"

"You say that like you aren't a groupie for any musician that steps in a ten foot radius of you!"

It was at this point she yanked her wedding ring off her finger and threw it on the floor.

She screamed at him.

Then went quiet.

"Eat a bullet, you bastard."

Too soon Courtney.

She grabbed Billy's arm and forced it back round her shoulder while storming out, likely for the last time.

Thank fuck for that.