Thick White Lines~ INDIA

[Deryck Wentz]

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[India Beckett]

India hadn't had much else to do other then go out for a few drinks. Her apartment was driving her crazy; it was too clean and she couldn't really do anything to mess it up. It wasn't fun to trash a place if you were alone, after all. She wasn't a neat person, quite the contrary, but boredom made you do weird things. So, she was here at the Live House, having snuck in because the bouncer had gotten a call and was distracted. It was easier then pulling out her fake I.D. and all that jazz, right? The air smelled of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and something else she didn't care to identify. She wandered over to the bar, giving the bartender a sweet smile. She was a familiar face around here; the bartender pretty much knew her routine. "Gin and tonic, right?" he asked. India nodded, watching as he went to prepare it. A short time later, a glass was set in front of her, and she slid some money across the bar to him. She walked away, holding the shot glass in her hand. She could easily down it, but she didn't want to rish herself now. She wandered around, seeing many people dancing and drinking, and others 'discreetly' throwing up in plant pots. She spotted three girls surrounding a young boy, one sitting in his lap. It seemed they were doing coke, and India wrinkled her nose. She hated drugs. She gazed a moment longer, though, because she couldn't seem to look away. What little she could see of the boy looked familiar, and she stepped closer. Suddenly, recognition hit. Her temper flared, and without thinking she marched over to the booth, ignoring the stares from the females already at the table and slammed the small glass down with such force, it was a surprise it didn't break. The liquid spilled over, though, and got on her hand. She ignored it, though. "Deryck," she said loudly through gritted teeth so he could hear her over the music. "What the hell do you think you're doing? I know you fucking drink a load but drugs?" she demanded. She crossed her arms, not minding the fact that the spilled liquid on her hand was now staining her shirt. She should've known Deryck would do drugs; it was just typical.

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] He said his voice slurred/ "Come and join us Inny." He said unaware of how angry and upset she really was with him. "Whats up?" He asked her with an unfaltering smile.

Truthfully this wasn't the first time he had taken speed, wasn't the first time he had fucked a girl while high on it either. He looked at the split drink and slid the girl off his lap whispering to her that he would be right back. "I'll get you another." He told Inny, standing up and sling out the booth.

Of course he had just walked to his death.
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[India Beckett]

India hated groupies more then anything; they were so easy it was pathetic. Basically, all you had to do was get something in her system and mutter a few sweet nothings in her ear, and you were set for some 'fun'. India had never done anything like that, even while under the influence of alcohol. She wasn't the 'easy' type of drunk, more like the 'let's go fuck something up' type. She did a bunch of irresponsible things, but she was far from easy. She glared at Deryck, digust filling up every inch of her body. "Come and join you? Are you insane, Deryck?" she demanded. She came close to saying 'are you high', but it was quite obvious he was. India shook her head angrily, using every bit of her self-control to stop herself from totally flipping out on him. "I don't want another drink, Deryck," she spat, venom thick in her voice. She didn't know what she wanted to do right now; hit him or just leave him to fuck his life up. She knew Deryck wasn't straightedge, but she thought that just pertained to alcohol. This probably wasn't his first time using drugs, but it still made her livid nonethless. Alcohol, she could deal with. Drugs? Absolutely not. She didn't get why it was so appealing to some people; she assumed it could be like alcohol, people just got addicted. But, India had never had the temptation to try drugs, nor did she want to now. If anything, this just made her hate them even more. "You are totally overreacting," one of the girls at the table said, dipping her head back and laughing in a very obnoxious way. India didn't even spare her a glance; she kept her eyes fixated on Deryck. She didn't need to deal with high, drunk groupies.

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] He told her with a gentle tone, surprising considering the state he was in, some thought that Deryck was an obnoxious bastard and he could be that sometimes but to the people he cared about he was more than kind to them - most of the time. "Whats the big deal?" He asked her sounding upset. Part of him wanted to to chill out and the other more sensible part of him screamed for her to take him away and knock some sense in to him though any means possible. After all what was he doing with his life?

Nothing.

He maybe in a band and it was going very well...but what else did he really have? Nothing. He wasn't happy like this, it was a cycle that was going round and now getting faster. It had to break at some point and he didn't want to be there when it did. Deryck had a sudden vision of himself dead in a hotel room with groupies around him, probably overdosed on a drug cocktail. He wouldn't be shocked if it came to that. Deryck wasn't a musician he was a rock star, he lived the lifestyle as a way of ignoring the world and the fact his family was on the brink of break down because of his behavior.

He had always been a selfish boy.

"Inny calm down..."
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[India Beckett]

India shook his hand off her shoulder. "It's not alright, Deryck!" she shrieked. It was safe to say she was very, very livid, and of course Deryck was hardly picking up on it. It made her more mad, somehow. She knew she should've just ignored it and let him do whatever he wanted to; it was his life he was fucking up, wasn't it? She was reaching the edge of her self-control; she hated the groupies and the drugs, and it took every inch of control to keep from slapping Deryck right across the face. Even if he did need it, she didn't intend on doing it. She bit down on her lip, trying to control the boiling anger that was rolling through her. "You want to know what the big deal is? You're confirming every single rumor and piece of gossip about you true. You're not a musician anymore, Deryck; you're that cliched rockstar that'll overdose and have 'behind the music' segments run about. But, I guess this is all it is to you; a game full of sex, drugs, and money," India spat. No one could really hear her except for the girls and Deryck, the music was too loud, even though India was practically screaming. Some people were stopping to stare, but a majority were drunk and were probably just looking for a fight to watch. "Do not tell me to calm down," she muttered mostly to herself. She did need to calm down, but would she do it? Probably not anytime soon.

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] He told her quietly as he stumbled slightly. God he was wasted already, truthfully...deep down when he took a good look at himself he didn't like what he saw. What was there a drunken kid who had nothing but a few CDs to show, that was a big achievement in itself but he wondered was it his achievement or was it because of his father.

He had earned nothing.
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[India Beckett]

India sighed deeply. "What do you think you're accomplishing doing drugs and fucking groupies every night?" she asked. She didn't feel like arguing with Deryck, and especially not in front of his 'girls'. She ran a hand through her short blond hair, tired of yelling at Deryck, tired of cleaning up his messes. She frequently supplied him with a place to stay when he had no where else to go, and she hardly got thanks for it. Deryck's 'thank yous' were sparse, and what he was doing now wasn't giving India much thanks; he knew how much she detested drugs. She watched as he stumbled, and she couldn't help but feel a tad bit guilty for yelling at him. Only a tad, though. "Deryck, If you'd rather be here snorting cocaine and banging random sluts, don't let me stop you," she said before turning on her heel and pushing her way through the crowd. She wasn't going to cry; crying showed weakness, and the last thing she wanted to do was be weak. She had nothing to cry over; Deryck would sober up and come apologizing and all that stuff, but this time India wasn't sure if she would forgive him or not. They'd had spats before, of course, and they'd always made up. Isn't that what happened with all friendships? But catching him doing that tonight really just set something off inside of her, and she needed some time to cool off before she could even consider forgiving him.

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] He never used her full name, he hadn't in years. Pushing though the crowd he left the girls and went after her. There were a few upset shout from them but he ignored it.

He had to fight his way though the people, someone stopped him, asking if he was 'that dude from that band.' Deryck told him to fuck off very explicitly before continuing after her. He couldn't let her walk away not now not after this. A part of him was frightened. He didn't have that good a relationship with his family, in fact all they did was fight with him and about him, he was frightened of losing his friends. He clung to them and put them though hell because he was one selfish bastard but...he hated that sense of fear that he got after an argument or fall out.

He cleared the people and looked around, where was she? Where was she? "India!" He yelled again sounding scared. That didn't happen that much either.
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[India Beckett]

Inda barrelled through the crowd, barely breaking stride as she pushed people out of her way, one dude even spilled alcohol on her top. Still, she didn't stop. She was intent on leaving Deryck behind, leaving the horrible evening behind. However, she got held up by a guy who seemed intent on getting her in bed, basically. She wrinkled her nose and simply said 'piss off' before pushing him out of the way again. She was being quite rude, and leaving behind aggravted drunks in her wake, which was never a good combination. But, she didn't quite care at this point. The band stopped playing, and she faintly heard a voice calling her name. It was Deryck, using her full name, something he hadn't done in years. She stopped, but didn't move towards the voice. She slumped against the wall, her chest heaving, but no tears came out. She felt like she was breaking down, but showed no physcial signs of it. The club was silent except for the shouts of the people around her, which was loud in itself. "Deryck," she yelled. She saw him, barely, but didn't move. She wasn't vertically challenged; he'd see her.

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] He said his voice slurred but still he meant it. "India..."
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[India Beckett]

India felt horrible. She hated fighting with people, and she hated being right even more. She was right about Deryck; everything she said was fucking true. It needed to be said, but she had always wished it was never her who had to say it to him. She leaned against the wall, not wanting alcohol, not wantng cocaine, not wanting anything but to leave. But to leave him? That would be irresponsible, and who knows what he'd get into? No one around here could properly look after him; it was up to her. She watched as he stumbled over, clinging to her waist to steady himself. She reached out and supported him, righting him before he fell completely down. "Sorry doesn't begin to cover it, Deryck," she stated simply. "Let's go," she said, putting an arm around his waist and walking towards the door. She may be livid with him, but they'd been best friends for a long, long time, and if anything happened to him she'd never forgive herself. After getting outside, arm still around him, she began walking towards her apartment, which wasn't very far at all. She lived basically in the heart of everything, luckily for her.

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] He hold her sounding upset now on the verge of tears. "I'ma fucking bastard."
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