Tony is getting better at this.
Despite the crippling depression of the inevitable crash, nothing makes a person want to get out of bed faster than being under at least three people.
He feels like he's being cooked alive and it takes all of his considerable tactical skill to maneuver himself out of the pile of limbs.
Tony ends up sprawled on the floor, naked. He looks up at a vaguely white ceiling blanketed in smoke and walls with rotten wallpaper virtually sweating off of them. His head's pounding and his stomach feels like it's been tortured.
The smell of weed is almost like an afterthought.
"Want some, babe?" Tony moves his head until his eyes finally hit the source of the smoke. Three guys and a chick are passing around a bowl made out of an apple. Someone's already taken a bite out of it.
Tony's never been big on saying no. He sits down in their circle and figures he'll head out whenever. At least some smoke will chill down the low enough for him to kind of want to exist again.
He takes a hit and lets it burn in his lungs.
And again.
And again.
The more you cough the higher you'll be and Tony nearly coughs up blood.
They are all talking around him but he can't really hear. Tony'd done lines the way bad kids write them after a few too many beers the night before, and it seems like even his bones are feeling mutinous.
"Where am I?" He asks some amount of time later and the conversation around him grinds to a halt.
"4th and Cedar." Someone says and Tony vaguely registers some people starting to get off of the bed.
"I mean what city?" Tony doesn't really know where he was before this, so how the fuck is he supposed to know where he is now?
"DC, Man!" Says someone.
"Home of the White house!" Says someone else.
"Casa-fucking-blanca!" Says someone else.
"Casa-fucking-nova!" Says someone else.
They are all laughing hysterically and Tony suddenly hates them all. He gets up more abruptly than any stoned person should, and falls into the lap of a blonde girl that smells like a living ashtray.
When she starts pulling on his cock Tony registers that he's suddenly ravenous.
"What's it like, being Loki's boy?" She asks and Tony wonders what exactly that has to do with the handy he's getting.
"All right." He says for no reason other than that the blood he'd usually reserve for vocabulary is doing the 200 meter to his prick.
The girl looks less than pleased.
"Suck me off and you'll get any five questions you want answered."
The girl hardly thinks and hardly blinks.
"If I help do I get five?" Someone who is either a strangely beautiful boy or a really flat chick asks and Tony doesn't really even answer before there are a pair of mouths dueling with his cock dripping between them.
Tony learns that there's nothing like being deep-throated while having your balls licked while someone holds the bowl for you.
It's kind of like floating in the ocean.
"Why pay for a piece when you can have apple-smoked mary?" Someone says.
"Mary a-la-mode!" Says another someone.
"Green apple crumble!" Says someone else.
Tony cums with a little grunt, straight down the throat of either the pretty boy or girl.
Tony watches them kiss with a vaguely disinterested sort of bodily numbness.
"How'd you meet?" Asks the girl.
"Called me backstage after a show. In L.A." Says Tony and the words feel like pudding in his mouth.
"How big is he?" Asks the boy and Tony laughs.
"Eight and a half fucking inches. Every time we fuck I feel like he's doing road work."
The boy gasps.
The girl blushes.
"Is he good to you?"
Tony isn't sure which one of them asked that and he honestly isn't sure of the answer either.
"Sometimes." He says and the girl frowns. "Now don't look at me like that, I'm not that good to him most of the time either. We're not good people."
"Loki Lauff is a genius!" The boy insists and Tony raises his hands in surrender.
"Whatever you say, darling."
Everyone in the room is glaring at him, and it doesn't take Tony long to figure out that he's no longer wanted. He grabs a pair of pants and shoes and a shirt that might be his before stumbling out of the shitty room into a shittier hall, and down a rickety still shittier couple flights of stairs into blindingly bright sunlight.
He has mastered the art of dressing while walking. He can hear them talk about what an asshole and how ungrateful he is and how Loki deserves better as he books it.
DC is warm and humid and a little aisle of gleaming stone and government in a sea of utter poverty and shit.
Tony can't really tell the difference between either of them. He vaguely stumbles toward the sound of civilization. He doesn't remember what hotel they're staying at, but he knows that Loki Lauff and the Age of Frost will be playing at the Martell Music Hall later.
Tony doesn't know when the gig starts or where that place is, but he figures that there will be flyers or something when he gets close enough to the shit that matters.
That's how he got along in those couple of stops in Texas? Tony isn't really sure, but it worked well enough.
Yay!New Years Eve Update! I wanted to do this before I get shit faced. Love y'all!
FGS: I didn't know that endings can be happy. I mean, that's a thing that happens? What!? You're kind of shattering my world view.
Stormy: Oh lord. Dude. Put your athame away. If you don't you are going to miss the utterly ridiculous second half of this.
Sora: Thanks so much! And I have an erotic and romantic relationship with cheeseburgers myself, so I couldn't not. And all things have to end man. It's the CCCCIIIIIRRRCCCLLLLEEE OFFFF LIIIIIIFFFFE.
Loki: Done!
Nev: I don't know if you'll ever actually see this, but I've been to a bunch of concerts and music festivals so I picked and chose. I've never had anything quite like that, but I've had my fair share of adventures. Haha.
Nyann: We've still got a good long while. There may or may not be a sequel!
Jen: Thanks so much! AND THERE ARE OTHER FICS THAT PORTRAY THIS SCENE!? WHERE ARE THEY. GIMME. I THOUGHT I WAS ALL ALONE. MUST READ.
Plastic Cello: Thanks man! AND THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING WHAT GLAM ROCK AND ZIGGY FUCKING STARDUST ARE I HAVE BEEN QUITE FRUSTRATED WITH PEOPLE BEING CONFUSED AS TO WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT. LIKE BECAUSE I MENTION LEATHER ONCE I'M DOING FUCKING HAIR METAL OR SOMETHING. And a lot of people read the summary and think it's gonna be stupid because the idea's pretty far out, so they skip it. At least that's the impression I'm getting. I also get the impression that people are generally pleasantly surprised by how much it doesn't suck though, so I'm pretty happy. Impossible sounding AU's are what I do. I really want to do a Brideshead Revisited Destiel AU. I would squeal all over myself man.