another hit then b l i s s ((Detox + Atom))

[AtomSmasher]

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Smoke billowed from the open window that lead to the outside fromm his garage. Marcus sat inside, by himself, waiting for the band to show up for their usual practice. Pipe in his hand, stuffed to the brim with weed. It wasn't good weed by any means, but it got the job done. He looked at it, wondering how much more money he would have if he didn't smoke. He played Lead Guitar for a band whose name was yet to be named. It consisted of five people. Two girls and three guys. A vocalist, a bassist, a drummer, a keyboard, and the lead guitarist. The guitarist was his role. In all honesty, the job wasn't that hard. He kept tone and lots of times, would be on stage stoned. .

The first person showed up. One of the girls. The vocalist. He and her had a stint for ongoing of three years, then finally split. He was too outspoken for her. She called him lazy, and he called her a bitch. It was an ongoing thing, the only reason why they even interacted with each other is because they had a mutual friend. That friend being the keyboardist. She groaned and opened her mouth. "Ugh. . .just us for now?" She said to him. Her tone showing disgust. Marcus didn't mind, she was a bitch and she complained about anything, he wasn't even sure how she had friends, let alone how he dated her for three years.

The man was twenty two. He had brown hair, and stood at about 6'2. His build was lean and muscular, though sometimes he thought he was fat. Actually, alot of the time he thought he was fat. One by one, the other members had shown up to the garage which reeked of horrible weed. They were waiting on one member. Most of the band had known each other from the beginning of high school, and now that they were out, hung out almost everyday. With his pipe stowed away, Marcus got up to get everyone drink and what else they needed. Usually he was laid back, but having his ex around, put him on edge a bit. . .

 

[detox__]

• Only Israel could get hot chocolate with whipped creme and an extra drizzle of chocolate sauce on the top, thanks to the cute boy who normally worked the counter when she came, and not be looked at strangely when she walked into band practice. Her awfully addictive Starbucks hot chocolate and a bag of hershey kisses later, the female who was nicknamed Izzy moved back outside to her car, positively uncaring to the fact that she was probably late, this was a side effect ( or so you would think ) of coming down from a high. The hot chocolate was to keep her from snapping on anyone and the hershey's kisses? They were just for snack. Getting in her car and glancing in the backseat at the case of her keyboard, the female let out a soft sigh and began her journey to band practice, pressing on the gas and doing fifty on a forty speed limit zone.
  
  No longer was she seeing sounds or hearing colors, nope, that had died off and now she was coming down from her cloud nine, deciding that she could go through band practice without it, and perhaps even tonight's gig. . Nah, maybe not tonight's gig, but she could go through practice without it. Sitting at a red light, her eyes went up to the ceiling and closed softly, Izzy biting her bottom lip and leaning back against the seat. Waking up with a car behind her with an obvious horn problem, pressing the button to roll her windows down, her hand shot out and her middle finger was thrown up. Driving from the now green light and pulling into the driveway, it was an awkward balancing act, though Izzy managed it and waddled into the garage to already feel tension having settled in the air between their lead singer and their guitarist.
  
  Damn. Practice hadn't even started yet. "I take it no one's said any nice things to each other?" Damn hippie. The twenty year old looked between all of them, the other guys seeming to get along, but of course there was Marcus and the only other female friend she had in the band. Unfortunately, she had withstood the three years of them dating, bickering, and being absolutely unbearable to one another for as long as she could remember, but that didn't mean they couldn't be civil. . This was probably where the drugs came in. Rubbing her eyes gently as she began to set up her things, the black haired girl shifted her fingers through her bangs as she unwrapped the cords that lead from an amp to her sea foam green keyboard. "Or are we all on our periods, hm?" [/list:u]

 

[AtomSmasher]

As Izzy walked in, the band (minus Marcus) looked up and nodded in unison, and collectively mumbled a mix of "hello", "hi" and "hey" could be heard from them. They all took the time to each talk to one another, intermingle and further more, enjoy the environment. Even though she probably hated Marcus, even Laura had to say she enjoyed his garage. The smell never changed, and it was always the most chill place to hang out. The other guys realized they had a gig, and waited for their only guitarist to get back. They looked around, where the fuck was Marcus anyway? How could he just disappear like that? It was a matter or principle. . .

Inside, Marcus needed a pick me up. The weed was wearing off. Slowly, with three double shot glasses in front of him, he filled them up with a certain colorless liquor that one could only acquire by going to certain states where it was legal, Everclear. The ninety five proof substance, was just what he needed before practice and the gig. Slowly, he filled all the shot glasses to the brim and stowed the bottle away. In one quick motion, he threw back all three glasses, almost throwing up in his mouth, and managed to choke down the substance, feeling the soothing effects of the booze. He let out an exhale as it took effect, and his edge went away.

A piece of gum, and the stench had gone away. He took a bit of a stumble, but quickly corrected and got used to the feeling he got every gig and every band practice. He had to be honest, their band wasn't terribly good. Sure, they had potential, and sure their songs were catchy, but even though they got booked, they weren't spectacular. At least, not yet. He made his way back to the garage with bottles of coke in hand and looked at the new member. Ah good, she was already set up. He nodded toward her and smiled. "How do you do?" He asked the female. He had already gotten acquainted with the others.

 

[detox__]

• It was a lot better to walk into practice when everyone was actually practicing. But seeing as they were all lounging around like a bunch of, well, sadly, potheads, Israel settled herself down in the tattered seat that was meant for a drummer, crossing her legs beneath her body. There was an odd system for Izzy now, reaching deep into her bag, setting her Hershey's chocolate ontop of her keyboard, swatting away stray hands that dared to reach out without asking, her flat footed Peter Pan boots wiggled softly, their just above the ankle height giving them their name. Even though she was more of a bong and hookah type of girl, which explained the one or two that littered her apartment, and the large hookah she held in her room that was strictly for decoration and occasional recreational purposes that were on great masses, the female found her hand wrapping around a small cigarette box.
  
  Setting her things out in an organized fashion, for such a person, Izzy had the habit of being rather OCD with her things, meticulous about where things went, and if it wasn't in it's proper place, she would quite possibly take your life. With a smile. Hot chocolate, cigarette box ( with only two cigarettes and a blunt ), and her bag of kisses. Lighting the smooth, paper rolled blunt, she knew that by passing it around, the chances of her getting it back because it was good weed, were slim to none if she didn't keep a watchful eye on them; Specifically on the guys. However, not passing it after her first inhale, Laura took note of this and instantly turned to her, "Pass. Now." Raising a brow softly, her look was of pure innocence as though asking 'This? Pass this right here?' the shorter of the two, Izzy, grinning softly, she took another innocent hit of HER purchased weed and then looked back to Laura to see her getting up. Judging by the way Laura loomed over the smaller girl, there was a bit of a struggle going on, before finally the other had Izzy's blunt in hand and was taking a hit, passing it and looking to Izzy as though that were true manners.
  
  Rolling her eyes up to the ceiling, she pulled open the bag of sweets and peeled the silver paper off one, pushing it into her mouth before looking up at Marcus when he strolled in with that all too familiar look on his face, "Already~?" Her fingers were toying with the end of her off white dress, the appearance that Israel kept herself in told different stories as opposed to what she was doing with her life, but the young woman was undecided. Unlike a few other members of the band, Izzy didn't have a problem graduating and going to a school for the Arts in the same city as where she'd gone to high school, keeping herself around her friends even if they were at each other's throats. However, and to put it plainly, Israel was stressed out and unsure if getting a degree in music was enough to clarify to herself that was what she wanted to do. Yeah, she was a damn good pianist, but it was sexy when it was on a certificate. Immediately taking her blunt back when it made its way back around to her, the female inhaled softly before pushing the burning end against the metal leg of the chair she sat in, putting it back in her cigarette case.
  
  "Are we ready now?" [/list:u]

 

[AtomSmasher]

Awesome. Laura was too much of a mooch for Izzy to acknowledge him. This wouldn't be the first time that Laura had gotten in the way of their relationship. Marcus moved to his spot, plugging his guitar into the amp, and slowly went through the strings, tuning each to perfection. He put his hand into his own pocket and pulled out a cigarette box. Opening it, his long, slender fingers reached in and grasped lightly around one of the death sticks, enough for him to grasp it and pull it out. The gig was in a couple of hours, and he needed more cigarettes before then. Something he was sure not to forget. He put the filter in his mouth and lit the thing with a match, and looked at the rest of the band. Each member seemingly doing their own thing.

The man, barely noticed her comment, and was only brought to it's attention when one of the guys punched his arm for the blunt. He shook his head and looked toward her. "Wha-" He said, not knowing what she was referencing. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his guitar pick, and puffed on his cigarette. They had an hour, and since the rest of the band was seemingly useless, he had to do everything. He let out a few terrible coughs. Coughs that shook his very core, a telltale sign of how long he had been smoking, and what it was doing to his health. Without looking at the group, he opened his mouth. "We've got an hour." He said to them as he thought of songs. "Let's do. . .Firefly, Moonlit Bridge, Forsaken Love, and. . ." He trailed off, thinking what else they were known for. ". . .And the new song that we thought up."

Finally, the band dispersed around the room, taking their places in the garage, and getting ready to go. "Let's do it." He said as the drummer initiated the first song. Marcus was en point with his guitar. He hit ever note, every chord, and every shift he was supposed to hit. In a sense, he was on fire. Something that usually he was lacking. They were getting ripped off in his opinion for the show. They were to play at a party, though they were only going to get 15% or some shit like that. Still, it was money and that's what they needed. As they finished the last song, he looked up. The band seemed overly pleased with itself, and he put his guitar in the case. "Meet at the hotel at around. . .5:30?" He asked the group, getting mostly nods and grunts. "Izzy?" He asked her with a smile.

 

[detox__]

• Everything seemed to be taken in strides with Izzy, taking a soft sip of her hot cocoa before stretching her little fingers out with truthfully no hope of them ever growing. She had small hands, though oddly enough was able to play a piano rather well to the point that it didn't matter, considering it didn't make her handicapped to have small hands ( and quite frankly feet ). A cough generating her eyes to look up only once, she was used to that choking sound that a smoker's cough made, the way it left one's throat feeling raspy and the way that some people licked their lips shortly after, she'd grown used to that just by looking at Marcus. Blinking softly because she realized if she didn't quit staring that eventually someone would notice and call her out on it, Izzy shook her head and stared down at her keys, fingers grazing them lightly before pressing down once the cue for music was released.
  
  Her fingers moving properly with the tempos of each song,as far as Izzy was concerned, on her part she was doing fabulous. Now, the bassist was a bit off and Laura's singing could've been stronger, but she blamed it on the lack of oxygen in the garage, deciding that the weed and cigarettes was choking her out. Practice ended soon after that, bending and stretching her fingers lightly, she was the first to move from her place, uncrossing her legs from beneath her frame, she tossed her bag of chocolate into her tote and picked up her hot cocoa. Obviously, her objective was to get to the couch. And so far, she was halfway there. Setting the cup down on the floor in front of the couch, the female made an instant flop into it, face first, the hem of her dress having risen just slightly on her thighs, her head turned gently against the matching pillow.
  
  Sure, while everyone else was leaving, Israel was getting comfortable on the couch. She knew that inwardly it made Laura fume, the slightest thought of her beautiful 'Miniature Kat Von D' friend hooking up with her ex? It was like going to hell in a hand - fucking - basket. However, she was the first to nod at the five thirty gig and the first to be outside in the fresh, oxygen enhanced air. Hair brushing over her face as she turned her head again, Izzy blinked softly at the sound of her name, finding the voice belonged to Marcus as she nodded her head, "I don' suppose I have much of a choice." True. She really didn't. [/list:u]

 

[AtomSmasher]

The man smiled and moved toward the couch and sat down. He sighed as he did not want to go do the show yet. As the other three members mumbled amongst themselves about whom was driving whom and how long they had before they had to go and other trivial shit, he sat back and pulled out a carton of cigarettes and though it was plainly obvious which ones in the pack were joints and which ones were cigarettes, he liked keeping it around. His hand found its way to her knee and he squeezed it softly. He pulled out a joint and smiled. "Would you care to do the honors?"

By this time, the rest of the band had dispersed. They were all taking the bassist's car, and Colton was good and stoned already after he and Izzy shared that joint. He looked at the clock, and the time it read was: 5:22. Something that almost didn't register with the guitarist. His phone had been ringing off the hook, his cell phone and her cell phone. All with calls from the other members. He moved slowly and stood up, feeing the head rush and moved slowly over to his instrument to pack it up so they could go.

To say the man was high would be an understatement. To say the man was fucked up, would be something that would pass by most ears who had seen or heard him. Usually when he got like this, he would make shit up, go on rants, and just let whatever he's thinking out. He turned to Izzy. "You know, how the fuck do you put up with Laura?" He asked her, but before she had time to speak. "I mean, she's a bitch, she sucks at sucking dick, she barely put out, and she's a bitch. Did I mention that already?" He asked her as he plopped down next to Izzy again.

 

[detox__]

• For some reason, just about every time she was high, there seemed to be a play list of music scrolling around her head. The current song that seemed to be on infinite repeat was Wonderwall by Oasis, slow and mellow, but calm to all the proper points. Eyes closed and her hand twirling around in the air lightly to the music playing in her head, singing along like a hushed child to a television that they weren't supposed to be watching, "To - day, was gonna be the day but they'll never throw it back to you." It wasn't a shock when she felt the couch sink just slightly on one side, the result of someone moving and sitting down near her, taking the space that her own body didn't occupy, Izzy raised her feet and quaintly placed them on this person's lap, opening one eye to confirm that it was Marcus.
  
  This one eye remaining open as he squeezed her knee with his slightly rough, guitar playing hand, her head tilted softly when he offered the joint for the two of them to share. "Of course." Came her response to doing such honors, sitting up lightly and taking the gentle inhales that led him to being high and her to being, well, higher. She hadn't heard, or wasn't listening, to the sound of her phone losing its mind by ringing constantly, their band mates were trying to get a hold of them, but Izzy was in no state of mind to hear that phone ringing. Pouting softly when he stood and her legs were forced to settle back on the couch, the time had escaped her just like the smoke of the joint had, her eyes didn't follow him until he turned to her and began speaking about Laura.
  
  "You must not be that good if she didn't put out a lot." Yeah, she knew the both of them were high, and that his reaction to such a thing was up in the air, though a soft, airy giggle escaped her parted lips, licking them softly as she spoke again. "But I don't have a dick, so how am I supposed to know for sure if she sucks at sucking dick?" She added, moving her figure when he plopped down on the couch, her eyes now fell on the clock as it read five twenty eight, rubbing her eyes for a moment, and glancing outside at the driveway. Two cars, hers and his, sat in the driveway. They had to go to a show, didn't they?
  
  Not recalling the time they had to be there in the first place, she moved off the couch slowly, which could have been seen as fast depending on who was looking, Izzy moved in soft steps to her keyboard case. Picking it up with both hands and hobbling over to the edge of the garage, taking his keys off the key rack and looking at him over her shoulder, "Besides, you dated her for the longest. It's not my fault you didn't get any good play. Now c'mon." She added, stepping awkwardly out to his car and opening the trunk without having asked him at all if they were going to use his car. [/list:u]

 

[AtomSmasher]

Thoughts roamed his mind. He had always sort of liked Izzy. The way she carried herself, her sense of humor. His mouth opened to speak, but was cut off by the fact that she didn't have a dick. He laughed at her comment and spoke soon after. "Well, how do I know you don't have one." He said before looking at the clock again. He halfway wondered how she opened the trunk of his car without the keys, or maybe he left it unlocked. What the hell? He stood up slowly, killing the joint they had been smoking and grabbed his guitar and made his way toward the car. Setting the guitar softly in the trunk, he moved to the driver's seat, sat down and let out a breath. This was much harder high.

The man eyed the clock. It was almost time for the concert's scheduled time, but it was obvious that the two might not make it. He pulled a flask from the passenger glove box and took a big swig of it. Something he always needed when driving under duress. He coughed a bit as the liquid hit his lips. Oh yeah, he had filled it with Everclear. Thank got it was legal in their state. He started the car up and listened to his baby purr. With that said, his car was a piece of shit. Nothing about it was good. Except maybe the fact that it drove, though it probably shouldn't. He quickly pulled out of the driveway, closed the garage and whipped around and drove into the sunrise. . .

Of course, the sunrise was a figure of speech. He was driving a little faster than he probably should, he was drunk, high, and didn't quite know where the show was taking place. A call from someone's cell phone to his didn't stop him. He let it ring, and kept driving. At some point, he hoped she would chime in with her sweetvoice and help him out. Everything was going by him in a blur, he was having trouble seeing where he was going, but other than that, he was driving like a pro. .