The next morning Mush woke up to a blinding ray of sunlight showering his face. Speaking of showers, he could hear the water running in the bathroom. Mush pushed his covers back a little and sat up. He'd never properly gotten a chance to look around his new bedroom so he took the oppurtunity while Portman was in the bathroom.
He flitted through various dirty magazines on Portman's bedside table and a small selection of music. Nothing really interested him.
Just then Portman came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
"Quit snooping, ya little twerp," he said, pushing Mush out of his way.
"What's your problem, technically this is my stuff too," he said defensivly, "I mean, it will be in two years,"
"Whatever, it's not yours yet," Portman said as he pulled some clothes out of a drawer. After he got dressed he grabbed something out of his wallet and stuck it into his jeans
"Where're you going?" Mush asked, trying to get a look at whatever it was Portman had just put in his pocket.
"None of your business,"
"I guess you're expecting me to stay here?" Mush questioned.
"Damn right," Portman said heading for the door.
"Take me with you, or I'll go... somewhere, after all, I could cause some real trouble," Mush taunted.
Portman fixed him with a cold stare and then grabbed him by the neck and pushed him out the door.
"You'd better do exactly what I tell you or I'll beat the shit out of ya," he threatend. However, Mush had got what he'd wanted. He wasn't going to be stuck in that tiny little room all day and maybe he could find a way to get back to his own life.
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The two of them arrived in front of a large black door about half an hour later. The sign above it, Mush assumed, had once lit up, but it was so grimy and broken that it was now unreadable.
"What the hell is this?" Mush asked.
"It's a club, shithead, now shut up, I'm going to have to sneak you in," Portman whisperd as a small window in the door opened.
"ID please," a rough voice demanded from the other side. Portman dug into his pocket and pulled out an oviously fake ID. It put him at two years older then he actually was, four years for Mush.
The small window shut and the door creaked open. Portman entered but signaled for Mush to stay to the side. Once inside, Portman went over to the window and called for his younger self.
"Psst! Shithead, over here!" he whispered. Mush looked around for a second and then walked over to the window, where Portman's head could be seen peeking over the top. He tossed Mush out his jacket.
"In a couple minutes go back to the door and ask to be let in again, say you went out back to take a piss and got locked out,"
"Won't he be able to tell?" Mush asked, but Portman cut him off.
"The guy's partially blind in one eye, just don't look right at him," with that, Portman disappeared back into the club. For a minute Mush contemplated just leaving, going to do somthing else, but he decided that would probably be a bad idea since he knew nothing about this city or it's people. But on the other hand did he really want to follow his older self into a club? Not really. Oh well.
Mush took his time walking back over to the door, and sure enough, he got in without so much as a: "We have bathrooms for a reason,"
Once inside however, he found out exactly why someone might want to go outside to pee. The whole place, including the bathrooms was like a gigantic fireplace. Hot, smokey and all around unpleasant when you get to near it. After searching for a little bit he found Portman, backed against a wall by some blonde girl, each of them holding a cigarette between their fingers and their tounges cleaning out the inside of each others mouths.
"Charming," Mush thought. He figured Portman probably wouldn't want what could only be explained as his younger brother following him around, so he went off in search of his own fun. He didn't smoke, or do drugs, but he wouldn't mind a drink and maybe a girl to hang around with.
A few hours later, Mush was still sitting at one of the bars, he'd bought a drink for a pretty red-head who's sole intrest seemed to be getting down his pants. Continuesly he was shifting positions to prevent her from getting to close to his belt. He might not have minded if the girl didn't look to be in her early twenties. He looked up to see Portman was leaving, a girl (not the one he had seen earlier) clinging to his arm.
"I gotta go," Mush said quickly, ducking out from under the red head's arm. He quickly followed Portman out the door and into the cold, windy street.
...:End of Chapter 2:...
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