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dreamlikenewyork2015-10-03 11:30 pm
likefatherlikeson) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2015-10-03 11:30 pm
@ muserevival | 103.4. Drabble
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Trapped
The party was never going to be a good idea. Not as soon as it was obvious that it was less of a small gathering of people dealing with the same stuff and more of a huge bash with a live band... inevitably with the downsides of a party just like that. Justin was on a vicious cycle of one step forward, three steps back no matter what he did lately. The warning bells should have not just been ringing, but fucking blasting.
His moods, ever on a pendulum, had been on an upward swing in the last couple of days. It had been really effective for his productivity at work and trying to break-in a new understudy (though Jeff probably wouldn't agree) but it could also be a danger zone in the wrong situations. When they arrived, the indi rock band, Blazing Phoenix, was playing at the party and there were people everywhere. Justin had stopped short just inside the door as soon as he was let in without any ID check whatsoever. Age didn't seem to be something people had any issues with at this particular event. Not wanting to seem like a buzzkill, instead of following his gut instinct that had hit when he had hesitated at the door, he went right on in with Will in-tow so he didn't look like a loser.
The downside was quite possibly the fact he was a Broadway celebrity and a young ambassador for a charity a lot of the young people here were being supported by. As soon as he arrived, he was kind of swooped on and dragged onto the dancefloor when a DJ took over from the band with dance music while the band took a break. It was at that point he had gotten completely separated from Will and sort of swallowed up by a crowded dancefloor and trapped there. He hardly knew anyone here. He had met a lot of them at functions or events, but he didn't know them.
The panicked sensation of fight or flight hit him quite rapidly. His heart started to pound, which was the exact moment a shot of... something was put into his hand by a very blonde, very busty, very grinning girl calling him 'Ren' with a laugh. Because he was internally freaking out, he downed it straight away. Biggest mistake ever. Surely he couldn't be the only kid in a room with mentally ill young people who had developed addiction issues before he was diagnosed. How was this even happening?
His presence was known by then. He was Justin Campbell, lead in Footloose: The Musical and somehow scored a Tony Award. He was all that before a mentally ill freaking out person to all these other party-goers. It was like this was some sort of 'Whatever happened in Vegas' deal. Sink or swim, Justin... sink or swim. Then a pretty hot guy who had to be at least five years older than him started to dance with him. He knew how to dance. He could do dancing. Okay, someone else was giving him a drink of something, and this one was really strong. Strong and vodka, double shot or maybe triple. Spiked. He was being encouraged somewhere to his left to 'Just live a little, dude!' That was the point of no return for him.
It all warped into a rapidly-moving blur, dancing with a pile of people he wouldn't ultimately remember. He had no capacity to realise he was being photographed with phones, and even though he was aware he was dancing pretty hardcore with a lot of people, he had no idea how many. It was a lot of people touching him, and the only way he dealt with that without completely snapping here was to drink more and more. It was so easy to get his hands on, or people to get it into his hands to be more accurate. Everyone was having fun here. Definitely not the subdued hangout with Karaoke and pizzas he had been led to believe.
Then he was pulled off to the edge of the crowd where the big-boobed girl had a compact mirror open in her palm that had white lines of powder on it. Justin's mind was already warped. He was drunk, his vision was swimming, he was high on the adrenaline of dancing and whatever had been put in his drink. He had forgotten Will was even there with him somewhere, he was just hungry for more and more of a high. It was addictive, and he needed it. He just wanted to drink more, and yes, he wanted those drugs.
After that, he had no isolated awareness of anything.
muserevivalTrapped
The party was never going to be a good idea. Not as soon as it was obvious that it was less of a small gathering of people dealing with the same stuff and more of a huge bash with a live band... inevitably with the downsides of a party just like that. Justin was on a vicious cycle of one step forward, three steps back no matter what he did lately. The warning bells should have not just been ringing, but fucking blasting.
His moods, ever on a pendulum, had been on an upward swing in the last couple of days. It had been really effective for his productivity at work and trying to break-in a new understudy (though Jeff probably wouldn't agree) but it could also be a danger zone in the wrong situations. When they arrived, the indi rock band, Blazing Phoenix, was playing at the party and there were people everywhere. Justin had stopped short just inside the door as soon as he was let in without any ID check whatsoever. Age didn't seem to be something people had any issues with at this particular event. Not wanting to seem like a buzzkill, instead of following his gut instinct that had hit when he had hesitated at the door, he went right on in with Will in-tow so he didn't look like a loser.
The downside was quite possibly the fact he was a Broadway celebrity and a young ambassador for a charity a lot of the young people here were being supported by. As soon as he arrived, he was kind of swooped on and dragged onto the dancefloor when a DJ took over from the band with dance music while the band took a break. It was at that point he had gotten completely separated from Will and sort of swallowed up by a crowded dancefloor and trapped there. He hardly knew anyone here. He had met a lot of them at functions or events, but he didn't know them.
The panicked sensation of fight or flight hit him quite rapidly. His heart started to pound, which was the exact moment a shot of... something was put into his hand by a very blonde, very busty, very grinning girl calling him 'Ren' with a laugh. Because he was internally freaking out, he downed it straight away. Biggest mistake ever. Surely he couldn't be the only kid in a room with mentally ill young people who had developed addiction issues before he was diagnosed. How was this even happening?
His presence was known by then. He was Justin Campbell, lead in Footloose: The Musical and somehow scored a Tony Award. He was all that before a mentally ill freaking out person to all these other party-goers. It was like this was some sort of 'Whatever happened in Vegas' deal. Sink or swim, Justin... sink or swim. Then a pretty hot guy who had to be at least five years older than him started to dance with him. He knew how to dance. He could do dancing. Okay, someone else was giving him a drink of something, and this one was really strong. Strong and vodka, double shot or maybe triple. Spiked. He was being encouraged somewhere to his left to 'Just live a little, dude!' That was the point of no return for him.
It all warped into a rapidly-moving blur, dancing with a pile of people he wouldn't ultimately remember. He had no capacity to realise he was being photographed with phones, and even though he was aware he was dancing pretty hardcore with a lot of people, he had no idea how many. It was a lot of people touching him, and the only way he dealt with that without completely snapping here was to drink more and more. It was so easy to get his hands on, or people to get it into his hands to be more accurate. Everyone was having fun here. Definitely not the subdued hangout with Karaoke and pizzas he had been led to believe.
Then he was pulled off to the edge of the crowd where the big-boobed girl had a compact mirror open in her palm that had white lines of powder on it. Justin's mind was already warped. He was drunk, his vision was swimming, he was high on the adrenaline of dancing and whatever had been put in his drink. He had forgotten Will was even there with him somewhere, he was just hungry for more and more of a high. It was addictive, and he needed it. He just wanted to drink more, and yes, he wanted those drugs.
After that, he had no isolated awareness of anything.