Hello lovelies! As per usual, if you have any issues with the topics involved to the point where it may affect your mental health, please do not continue reading. This story involves drug abuse, depression, and anxiety. In later chapters, there will be smut so if you're not 18+ or you're not interested in that kind of stuff, this may not be the story for you. This chapter does include sexual implications. Anyways, on to the story!
-Laxus-
Fuck I forgot how hot she is. God would I love to worship her body. Treat her like the goddess she is. What's that song again? God is a woman? Must've been referring to Lucy.
I should've gotten my ass over here quicker. I can see she's annoyed that I'm late but goddamn is her pissed off face kind of hot. This is not helping my situation. Get your shit together, Laxus. You've got to do an interview. I can see her rake her eyes over me. Well at least I'm not the only one who's going to suffer.
"Hey Lucy. Sorry I'm late. I got held back by team stuff." I say as I sit down. "Drinks' on me."
"Oh you really don't have to do that! It's fine." She stumbles out. Her smile doesn't seem to reach her eyes… How have I noticed this twice? Maybe I'm finally becoming a pansy.
"It's fine whatever." I mumble out. Trying to make it not seem like a big deal. I don't want her to think I'm hitting on her. I wonder why her smile is off…
The waitress comes over to ask for my order. I ask for an Americano and she walks away. Daddy needs his caffeine if he's going to get through this. I tell her it's all on my bill before Lucy can protest any further. Lucy scrunches up her face before letting out a sigh. It's cute. Yeah, I'm a pansy.
"So let's get started." She starts taking out her notepad and recorder to set them up. Why is she being so formal? I get this is an interview but we are part of the same family. "I'm going to ask you some questions and try to answer as truthfully as possible. These questions are based off of the readers' demands."
"Sounds good." I say back to her.
-Lucy-
I want to gag at these questions. They're all for the obsessive pre-pubescent teens that are figuring out their own sexualities. Not that it is a problem. I just don't want to be the one to ask Laxus fucking Dreyar where he's going to be in 5 years to what type of underwear he prefers. Like how the fuck do those even relate?! I wish someone else could've taken this interview…
Guess I'm going to have to suck it up. I hit record.
"So Laxus, it's been awhile since your last interview with Sorcerer, how have you been? Any ladies or are you still the same playboy we know and love?" I'm officially gagging internally. I can see on his face he hates this as much as I do. God what I would do for a hit right about now…
"Oh you know. I like playing the field. Gives me the chance to test as many players as I can. Plus, I don't buy into that bullshit lovey dovey crap."
"And we don't expect anything less from you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" He practically growled at me. Or maybe he did.
"I meant no offense. You're a great play boy and the ladies wouldn't want it any other way." I know I'm hitting a cord but I don't care. I'm itching for a fix and neither of us want to be here anyways. I get myself to blush so he doesn't see through my bullshit. Who knew thinking of him perfectly situated in between my legs would be so useful in these circumstances.
His smirk is deadly.
"Well if you ever want a taste of the 'Great Laxus Dreyar', I'm sure I could arrange something" If he said something like that to me even 6 months earlier, I probably would've genuinely blushed. Instead, I think I'll go for my more infamous approach.
"Don't make me Lucy kick you." I try to ignore the growing irritation and ease the tension a bit with a flirty smile. "So, the readers are dying to know. How many hours per day do you dedicate to your workout regime?"
"Well it depends on the day and whether or not my team and I are on a mission…" I slowly fade him out. God I miss going on missions. I miss my team. I bite the inside of my cheek and force myself back into the conversation. "-typically 3 hours of training."
"Wow. That's intense. No wonder you're so big."
He just smirks at me and I know his mind is thinking of his southern region.
I clear my throat and move on to the next question. Ugh I want this to be done. I'm itching for a fix. God why is his voice so loud?
I ask him a few more questions that are beyond stupid for the reader, trying to keep an air of happy indifference, but then I look down at the next question and my smile nearly drops. "So, what's your plan now that Fairy Tail has disbanded?"
I can see him tense. "Well I will probably stay with Blue Pegasus until Gramps comes back or we figure out a way to get the guild back together. I know my team is already on board with this." I can feel him asking me the silent question of whether or not I would join in, and maybe I would've had a better response for him but right now my own irritation is consuming me.
"Well everyone already left, I doubt they will be coming back just because you want it them to."
"We are family. Of course they will."
"I highly doubt it." I can feel my anger beginning to reach its peak.
"What happened to your happy go lucky attitude? You're the light of the guild." He scoffs. I can see he's getting pissed off too. It doesn't stop me.
"Everyone changed. Why can't I?" I snarl out. The surprise that overwhelms his face is almost gratifying.
"Woah. Easy there. Didn't know the kitty had claws."
"Yeah well you didn't really talk to this 'kitty' that much." Fuck. I've said too much. I need a hit.
"Wh-" I need to shut it down.
"Let's just get back to the interview. I'm sure your team is waiting on your return." I cut him off. I can see he's not going to press the issue. Good.
Thirty minutes of absolute torture and the killer itch for a sweet injection never faded. I was antsy to leave. I don't like emotions. Not anymore. They hurt too much. They always lead to pain. I've been in a lull of unadulterated bliss as I float from fix to fix. Incapable of emotion. And Laxus managed to get some out of me. The still lake I've been floating in rippled and it took everything in me to not end the interview and run to the bathroom. I always kept some in my purse. If I was coherent enough to bring my purse, there was a good chance I would need a needle to stay sane.
As soon as Laxus answered the last of the proposed questions, I stopped the recorder, packed my things, said a quick thanks for the drink and ran out the café door. I didn't look back. Looking back meant I cared. Looking back meant I missed the people that I thought cared about me. Looking back meant causing another ripple in my lake. So I powered to the closest alleyway, I could easily hide in and ducked in between two trash cans. I haphazardly got my arm ready before plunging the contents in to my veins.
-Laxus-
Thank god these goddamn pedestrians know to move the fuck out of my way because I really don't feel like punching someone and then having to deal with the headache that accompanies random assault. Blondie just had to ruin my day. I wasn't all that excited to do the interview either but did she have to be so obvious about it? Why the fuck is Blondie still on my brain? She didn't seem ok, maybe that's why. Something was wrong. Or maybe she was just having a bad day? Either way, I don't want to be dwelling on her or her adorable button nose and her downright delectable tits.
Lucky for me, my nose has just been assaulted by a revolting smell. It smells sweet and sticky. I already know what is. It doesn't take a dragon slayer to be able to identify the trademark scent of blue krow. Although, it does take a dragon slayer to be able to smell it from the other side of the alley. I see a pair of knees peeking out from in between two trash cans. I crinkle my nose and continue to walk to the outer edges of the city. It's not my business what some poor soul does in the middle of the day.
-Lucy-
Sweet release.
I bite my lip to suppress a moan. It's better than an orgasm. I can feel it running through my veins. Each nerve tingling with life as the drugs begin to affect my body. I get lost in the feeling of the high. Nurturing my wounds that are buried deep within. I need to get out of this alley. I walk towards the other end of the alley. Away from the coffee shop. Away from that interview. Away from Laxus.
I finally get back to my apartment but I'm already itching to leave again. I'll try to stay. At least until it's safe to go outside. Where the darkness can wrap around me and hide my movements. I change out of my work clothes and shove on some sweats, a tank top, and a flannel. My floors are cold.
I pad over to my painting corner and set it up with a fresh cup of water and my paints open and ready for use. I pull my hair up into a bun and plop on the stool. I dip a brush into the pasty substance and just let my mind focus on painting. The only reason I even have this corner is because my therapist said it would help me. Might as well couple it with my own coping method since I gave up on therapy months ago.
I let my mind drift away and get lost in a sea of blues, whites, and gold. I already know what I'm painting. I paint the same subject every time. I don't think this is what my therapist had in mind when she suggested painting.
I look outside. Dusk has begun to creep into the sky and I take that as my cue. I barely glance at my painting as I head to the bathroom. A little hit won't hurt before I leave this place.
As I walk out of my bathroom, I head to my closet and grab my black leather pants and a tight long sleeve crop top. I grab the bag I left on the chair, already packed with a water bottle and a sweater. I slip on my running shoes and grab my keys before heading to the window. If Natsu could do it, why can't I? My front door is already locked so why should I bother unlocking it only to lock it again? My blood starts to shoot through my veins as the feeling of exhilaration overwhelms me. Before thinking too hard about it, I throw myself out the window. I land on the balls of my feet before tucking and rolling to lessen the impact. I feel my cheeks edging into a smile and my body turning to cheer with someone that I should be there. He was always there. Except, he hasn't been for months.
Guess I haven't learnt my lesson yet.
I decide to skip towards a club where I know I can find some comfort. Skipping is an underrated form of transportation. And I will be damned if I don't use it at this particular moment.
I wasn't going to go Rebel tonight. But I felt the need for someone else's touch. I want to feel something tonight. Something that I can control. Something that is safe. Not as far as emotions but something that edges on it. A girl has needs too, right?
I ram my body into the bar and try to grab the bartenders' attention. She turns to me with a smile and I lean over to ask her for my drink of choice, a rye and ginger with lime. I'm basically yelling over the music. She gives me a shot of tequila on the house. I can tell it's going to be a good night.
I see a woman looking at me from across the bar. I lick the salt off my hand and throw the shot back before sucking the lime dry. I've always liked sour. I pay the bartender and throw her a wink. I hop over to the girl, drink in hand.
"How's your night going so far?" The nameless woman is rosy but it may just be the alcohol.
"Looking better already." She smiles slyly. Definitely the alcohol. "I'm Evie."
"Lucy. Pleasure to meet you." I sidle up to her and gulp down the rest of my drink. When did I have the time to finish that? Oh well. Less to carry.
"Oh believe me, the pleasures all mine." I want to snort at how corny this is but I hold it back.
"Want to dance?" Less talking would be nice.
Before she even finishes say yes, I grab her hand and lead her to the dance floor. I turn towards her and sling my arms around her waist. Hers' go to my neck and we begin to dance. Still feeling each other out. Neither of us quite drunk enough. Well I'm probably ready but she doesn't know I have drugs flowing through my veins and I'm not ready for that part of my night.
Someone is handing out shots and we grab two each. We take them and hand the tubes back to the server. I can feel my mind getting fuzzy but my body is still hyped up on drugs. Perfect. I grab one of her arms to twirl her around and we just have fun. Laughing at each other and dancing the night away. She's a magnificent dancer but she says I can give her a run for her money. I don't believe her but I smile at her anyways. I tell her I need a drink and ask if she wants one. She tells me to surprise her so I head over to the bar.
I don't know how it happened but one moment I'm asking for two shots of pornstars and two rye and gingers and the next I'm dancing on top of the bar. I can see Evie laughing up at me and I see lust filled eyes all around. I dance my heart out and I make sure by the end of it, everyone is wishing that I will warm their beds tonight. Thank god I wore my leather pants.
I hop down and then feel the tell-tale signs of me coming down. I tell Evie I'm heading to the bathroom. She follows me. I don't mind. I can take a hit in the stall.
I lock the door behind me and try to make it quick. I don't need people asking why I'm taking so long to piss. I shove the empty syringe and my belt back in my bag before flushing to make it actually seem like I used the bathroom.
It's a good thing I was taught to always hide it when going out. You never know who will be searching your bag.
Evie was waiting outside my stall. I give her a polite smile as I wash my hands. She leads me back to the dancefloor. Our legs interlock and her arms are around my neck. We stay like that for a few songs. The tension between us is rising. Every touch makes my skin tingle. She brushes her lips against my ear and I shudder. She invites me to her place and I readily agree. I didn't want her at my place. Getting one night stands to leave in the morning is so much harder than just sneaking out.
She takes my hand and I feel eyes burning on my back. I ignore it. It's probably just the drugs.
-Laxus-
I'm going to kill Bickslow. He dragged me to this stupid club, fully knowing how much I despised them, swearing it would be different. It wasn't. It was awful. And then he has the audacity to try and leave me. I ripped his shirt before he even had the chance to run away. That's when I notice a familiar blonde head leaning over the bar. I should probably go say hi. Or I would except she put her back towards me.
She skips over to some other chic and I already know I'm only going to be paying attention to Blondie's rear end. They head to the dance floor and I barely notice anything else but her.
I can't believe my eyes. Who knew Blondie could dance like that? If only he had gone up to her when he had the chance. Then he could have at least tried to make amends for earlier. Not that he knew why he had to but it would probably help. However, it did not help that a certain blonde was either blatantly ignoring him or was too far gone to notice. I must've really pissed her off. The entire night I was watching her and she didn't even spare me a glance. Bickslow made a comment about Blondies choice in dance partner that would make perverts gag. I punched him before demanding another bourbon on the rocks from the bartender.
He never knew Blondie to be much of a partier but here she was drunk off her ass and about to be laid. Maybe she really has changed since the disbandment of the guild. She only ever used to get drunk at party guilds or if the girls dragged her out. I would always hear her complain about it.
Her ass looks amazing in those pants. When she got on the bar, I damn near got a hard on looking at her. She could be paid good money to dance like that. I can feel myself growling at the prospect of everyone else eye-fucking her. That's odd. I gulp down my drink and turn away. Best to push that thought to my "don't fuck with" zone.
Her and her companion glide past me on their way back from the bathroom and I get hit with a sweet and sticky stench. I know I know that scent but my brain is too fuzzy to be able to place it. How many drinks have I had? I lean back on the bar and watch her dance. Fuck she's hot. I never thought I would wish to be a girl before but I would love to be Blondie's companion right about now.
I see her being pulled to the exit by the woman and I already know what's about to go down. I figure it's about time I start figuring out who I'm bring home. I know a few girls have been checking me out all night but I've been too involved with a certain Blondies to really pay attention. I look around and spot someone who looks sober enough to make coherent decisions and I head in her direction.
-Lucy-
I look down at Evie's sleeping form and sigh. She was nice and probably the best fuck I've had in a while. However, I've sworn to no longer get attached. I leave her a note saying thanks and that I had to leave early. It's better than nothing I guess. I have to leave now before I start coming down though.
I tiptoe to the front door and silently close it behind me. I run down her apartment's staircase and out the front door. The cold air hits me and I'm suddenly happy I brought a sweater. I walk to a nearby bench and set my mag down so I can get my sweater out and put it on without fumbling. I look at my surroundings and notice I'm not too far from my place. Thank god. I decide tonight I'm going to pretend I can fly.
I approach a nearby alley and find a sturdy pipe. I put my hands around it. It's cold and rough as I dig the pads of my fingers into it. I assess the brick before deciding to take off my shoes. I shove them in my backpack with my socks. I grip the pipe again. I begin to climb up. I can feel my toes being ripped open by the rough edges of the brick. I ignore it and continue to climb.
As soon as I reach the top, I put my socks and shoes back on. I don't want to completely ruin my feet tonight. I can see my apartment from up here. I can see the stars better from up here. I look forward. I determine which rooftop to jump to and I break into a run.
I'm flying.
This is what I wanted. The split seconds I get of unknowing freedom between each rooftop. Will I fall? Will I reach the next one? Will I continue to soar through the air? This is what I needed.
I reach my buildings' roof top. I see my windowsill and know I can reach it easily. I am on the top floor after all. I lower my body down so I can reach the windowsill and clamber into my apartment. I lock my window behind me and head to the bathroom. My body is aching for a hot shower.
The water washes away my sweat, Evie's sweat, and all the other grime my body collected from the rooftops. I can feel a sense of ease make its way into my body and wrap around my soul. I let out a sigh I didn't know I was holding.
I fumble around my dark apartment looking for some pyjamas. I'm not going to sleep but I want to be comfy. I tuck myself into bed and curl around myself as the beginning of a headache starts to form and the anxiety creeps in like an unwanted guest.