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dreamlikenewyork2015-10-04 12:30 am
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@ muserevival | 103.2. Quotes
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"You pray for rain, you gotta deal with the mud too. That's a part of it." - Denzel Washington
Zed had no reason to think this gig was anything but your average rave, dripping in booze and shit. He had been hoping for more private gigs recently because they always paid way better than the bar gigs. A classic case of be careful what you wish for. He wasn't a judgemental prick. He had no grounds for judging people for indulging in any of this stuff. It wasn't his business, he just wanted to earn some cash and beef out his savings a bit more. Especially now he was starting to feel like he needed to go on the run now Caleb had exposed him. He wanted a safety net in case he had to drop everything and bolt again.
So there was booze, there was drugs - so fucking what? Shit happened. Zed was there to play the set with the band and when their time was up, they would leave. That was the plan anyway. It was all well and good turning a blind eye to stupid people making stupid choices because he wasn't their fucking keeper, but it was a very different story when he realised there were fucking kids in the room. He had a conscious, and even if he wasn't personally involved, there was no way in hell he could turn a blind eye to this.
He needed a smoke throughout the whole second set. That was the first order of business once they were done and only had the third set left for the night. The DJ took over again and Zed was rooting around in his leather messenger bag at the side of the makeshift stage to find his smokes. One he did, he put one safely between his lips so he could find his zippo lighter. His hand was busy in his bag trying to feel around for it while he watched the party guests dancing up a storm in a sea of heads across the room.
Just as he was getting pissed off that he couldn't locate it, his eyes just happened to zero-in on a group of dancers off-centre of the middle of the crowd. Of course he knew who Justin was. The kid had a lot of exposure recently on a few different levels. As a musician, Zed respected that sort of talent at a young age. Melody had dragged him to see the show one night and even if Zed wasn't at all a fan of musical theatre, he really enjoy that particular show because it was pretty awesome and well put-together. So, he knew Justin. He knew how old he was, and he knew his issues too.
What he saw made his blood run cold. Justin was trashed and he was drinking heavily from the looks of it. Maybe it was sheer luck Zed had witnessed this at the moment he did, but he saw Justin accept something that looked like a pill off someone he was dancing with. Adrenaline kicked in for Zed, he dropped his bag and jumped off the stage, forcing his way through the crowd and shoving people out of his way. He got to Justin before the kid got the pill into his mouth and cut in on the chick dancing with him.
"Having fun, love?" he asked Justin with a big grin to keep up the pretences here. Justin didn't know him from a bar of sap, but that was okay. It didn't matter. Zed could hopefully still help him. Justin's pupils were dilated and his eyes were bloodshot. He could barely focus on Zed's face, but he returned the grin and fell into dancing with Zed like he barely noticed a partner switch. He still had that fucking pill between his fingers too. Even trashed, Justin was a really good dancer. If he was six years older and single, Zed would probably have a go at this. But he was a 16 year old kid, sick, drugged, and Zed was pretty sure he was taken. Shit, was Will with him?
Zed wrapped his hand around Justin's and managed to lace their fingers together so Justin lost his grip on the pill and it dropped to the floor, probably about to be crushed by dancing feet. It felt so wrong putting his hands on this kid, but he didn't know how else to help. That couldn't be where he stopped either. Justin was down to a tank top and leather pants. It looked like they only had two pockets at the front too. The tank had none, so that was something.
He kept Justin busy, dancing up close to him and got a finger into Justin's pocket to try to sweep the inside of it to see if he had any drugs actually on him. Melody must have noticed Zed's bolt into the audience and followed him, now there beside him like the ever-faithful sidekick that she was. A hand on Justin's waist so he didn't escape and get swallowed up by the crowd, Zed leaned in and spoke loudly into Melody's ear so she could hear him over the thumping music. "Call the cops! Just call the fucking cops, or he's going to be the one who goes down for this! Find Will."
This was all way too out of Zed's ability to rectify. He didn't want to play God, he just had to try and protect this messed up kid on some level. If Justin had drugs on him, Zed planned on locating them and getting them out of his possession. He couldn't let this kid be ruined on his watch. Over his fucking dead body.
muserevival"You pray for rain, you gotta deal with the mud too. That's a part of it." - Denzel Washington
Zed had no reason to think this gig was anything but your average rave, dripping in booze and shit. He had been hoping for more private gigs recently because they always paid way better than the bar gigs. A classic case of be careful what you wish for. He wasn't a judgemental prick. He had no grounds for judging people for indulging in any of this stuff. It wasn't his business, he just wanted to earn some cash and beef out his savings a bit more. Especially now he was starting to feel like he needed to go on the run now Caleb had exposed him. He wanted a safety net in case he had to drop everything and bolt again.
So there was booze, there was drugs - so fucking what? Shit happened. Zed was there to play the set with the band and when their time was up, they would leave. That was the plan anyway. It was all well and good turning a blind eye to stupid people making stupid choices because he wasn't their fucking keeper, but it was a very different story when he realised there were fucking kids in the room. He had a conscious, and even if he wasn't personally involved, there was no way in hell he could turn a blind eye to this.
He needed a smoke throughout the whole second set. That was the first order of business once they were done and only had the third set left for the night. The DJ took over again and Zed was rooting around in his leather messenger bag at the side of the makeshift stage to find his smokes. One he did, he put one safely between his lips so he could find his zippo lighter. His hand was busy in his bag trying to feel around for it while he watched the party guests dancing up a storm in a sea of heads across the room.
Just as he was getting pissed off that he couldn't locate it, his eyes just happened to zero-in on a group of dancers off-centre of the middle of the crowd. Of course he knew who Justin was. The kid had a lot of exposure recently on a few different levels. As a musician, Zed respected that sort of talent at a young age. Melody had dragged him to see the show one night and even if Zed wasn't at all a fan of musical theatre, he really enjoy that particular show because it was pretty awesome and well put-together. So, he knew Justin. He knew how old he was, and he knew his issues too.
What he saw made his blood run cold. Justin was trashed and he was drinking heavily from the looks of it. Maybe it was sheer luck Zed had witnessed this at the moment he did, but he saw Justin accept something that looked like a pill off someone he was dancing with. Adrenaline kicked in for Zed, he dropped his bag and jumped off the stage, forcing his way through the crowd and shoving people out of his way. He got to Justin before the kid got the pill into his mouth and cut in on the chick dancing with him.
"Having fun, love?" he asked Justin with a big grin to keep up the pretences here. Justin didn't know him from a bar of sap, but that was okay. It didn't matter. Zed could hopefully still help him. Justin's pupils were dilated and his eyes were bloodshot. He could barely focus on Zed's face, but he returned the grin and fell into dancing with Zed like he barely noticed a partner switch. He still had that fucking pill between his fingers too. Even trashed, Justin was a really good dancer. If he was six years older and single, Zed would probably have a go at this. But he was a 16 year old kid, sick, drugged, and Zed was pretty sure he was taken. Shit, was Will with him?
Zed wrapped his hand around Justin's and managed to lace their fingers together so Justin lost his grip on the pill and it dropped to the floor, probably about to be crushed by dancing feet. It felt so wrong putting his hands on this kid, but he didn't know how else to help. That couldn't be where he stopped either. Justin was down to a tank top and leather pants. It looked like they only had two pockets at the front too. The tank had none, so that was something.
He kept Justin busy, dancing up close to him and got a finger into Justin's pocket to try to sweep the inside of it to see if he had any drugs actually on him. Melody must have noticed Zed's bolt into the audience and followed him, now there beside him like the ever-faithful sidekick that she was. A hand on Justin's waist so he didn't escape and get swallowed up by the crowd, Zed leaned in and spoke loudly into Melody's ear so she could hear him over the thumping music. "Call the cops! Just call the fucking cops, or he's going to be the one who goes down for this! Find Will."
This was all way too out of Zed's ability to rectify. He didn't want to play God, he just had to try and protect this messed up kid on some level. If Justin had drugs on him, Zed planned on locating them and getting them out of his possession. He couldn't let this kid be ruined on his watch. Over his fucking dead body.