Author: Psycho Lissie
Email: psycholissie69 netscape [dot] net
Category: Drama
Sub Category: Angst
Keywords: Harry, Blaise, Draco, drugs, parties
Rating: R
Spoilers: NONE
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. All original characters, places, and things belong to Psycho Lissie. This plotline is slightly based on the movie "Party Monster" and the novel "Disco Bloodbath" by James St James.
Summary: When a small time boy moves to the big city, things begin to change rpaidly in his life. Money, success, fame, sex, drugs all seem to equal on thing for him: GLAMOUR.
Author's Notes: Grr-hah! I finally procurred a copy of the movie "Party Monster"!!! Very, uber excited. Had to look everywhere before I went; "Fuck it! I'm buying it on Amazon"(usually a last resort if I can't find it at a store). Now for those of you who haven't seen it, it's a movie based on Michael Alig's life. Sex, drugs, and techno music... BRILLIANCE!
MONEY, SUCCESS, FAME, GLAMOUR
PROLOGUE: A DEAD ANGEL
Let's start off this novel with a bang shall we. Picture this, nineteen eighty-something, wild parties, drunken sex, and blaring techno music. That was my life then. Before I met Harry. That little suburanite, bright-eyed, pollyanna who was hell-bent on by fabulous. I should have turned down the meeting I had with his at Wicker's Cafe. But I must say, he was fun to mold. Ready, willing, and able... that's how I like them. But anyways, on with my story...
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Draco strutted into Harry's apartment. He glanced around, flies seemed to be looming everywhere. Empty packet of cocaine and herione lay over the coffee table. A broken tea pot lay glistening on the floor. Harry came out of the kitchen, sporting a t-shirt with the words "GLAMOUR = FABULOUSNESS" emblazoned across the chest. He smiled.
"You're late." said Harry.
"And you look like shit, we're even." Draco replied.
"Come, we shall take our tea in the bedroom."
"Notice anything different around here, Draco?" Harry said airily.
"The flies?" Draco replied.
Harry rolled his eyes. "No, I mean, like a certain drug dealer that used to leave around here."
Draco moved his head from side to side, trying to remain lucid. "Seraph?" Harry nodded. "He's been missing for some time now. Whatever happened to pretty thing with wings?"
"I killed him."
Draco snorted. "Right, and I fucked the Queen Mum last night."
"No really, I did." Harry replied.
"Uh-huh, and those are his shoes with blood... on... the...." Draco lost consciousness.
And so it begins...