Good for nothing loser

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Peter’s brow creased in concern as he moved forward, placing a hand on Chase’s shoulder. “Hey, you’re okay… You want to go back to my house?” He asked, looking around at the people nearby, thinking he might need some privacy to take a breath. “Or I can get you home?” He was clearly going through something awful, but asking him about it could wait. He needed help.

Chase felt Peter’s hand on his shoulder and it felt familiar and comforting right then. Nodding his head a little bit, while looking at Peter for a moment. “Either one. Which is closer?” At this moment he wasn’t sure. He just knew that he needed a hit of something strong. He needed it. That was all he knew in that moment. “I’m not okay..”

Peter had just finished up playing a gig at the Green Dove when he received a text from an unknown number. He sighed, finishing his drink before unlocking his phone. As he had assumed, it was another person reaching out to him for weed. It was making him question how bad the dealers were becoming around here if he was the go to guy. He started typing, ‘Sorry man. I’m not in the game anymore.’ then hit send. Looking down at his tip jar though, Peter almost regretted the text.

Kane looked at the response on his phone. “Really, you can’t get anything?” He sighed, shaking his head. It was bullshit. He was just trying to get weed. He didn’t understand how some people could get heroin and molly and shit when he couldn’t even get weed.

“Well if you’re going to insist…”

“I do insist,” Ava smirked as she handed him a bottle.

Kane was desperate for a spliff. He had run out of weed in the middle of the night and he couldn’t find Dennis’s stash and the male wouldn’t be home for hours.  He had hit up his normal dealer and when they said they were unavailable gave him a name of someone to try. Peter.  He took out his phone and sent the guy a text explaining how desperate he was for some weed and asking if he could help him out.

“Okay, that’s fair. I love Queen, but you wouldn’t catch me cutting about in a bright yellow jacket on a Saturday night.”

“I mean- There’s got to be some people who could rock that look. Just not us.”

“Why would you even say such a ridiculous thing?”

“Because I’m not wrong.”

“It makes me so sad to live here. Like love other music all you want, just don’t come at Queen.”

“Right?! How cruel and immature some people can be,” she half teased with a chuckle and a shake of her head. “Who else do you enjoy listening to?”

“You tell me.”

“Wouldn’t know. Never happens.”

“Don’t be thinking that I’m above tying you up in a room and blaring Queen until you accept the truth.”

“Kinky.” Alison teased, shaking her head. “But be warned, I won’t accept it, so your efforts will be in vain.”