#arnet

Pergaminisidad

Stubby had lost track of the days since Rich cut him off of the good potions, since Rich and Wren decided they were above the way Stubby chose to fill his time, since he woke up at Hestia’s only to find there was another charity case already there. All he knew was that no matter what he tried to replace the potions with, nothing helped to fill that gaping hole inside him the same way the other potions did. The concert he’d finished two hours ago was a blur; he’d been high as a kite the whole time, and for those couple of hours that he was singing onstage, the pulsing of the music, the roar of the crowd who loved him, was enough to dull the sharp edges of the hole inside him. But it wasn’t enough. Nothing was ever enough. Not the alcohol or the potions that followed the show, not the music drowning out the noise of the afterparty. He’d been trying to find the same potions Rich had to no avail, but that didn’t stop him from trying tonight just like he did every night. The afterparty was in a different club than normal, once closer to Knockturn, where Stubby might give his bodyguard the slip with more ease and go find what he’d almost gotten that night Jacob got in his way. Jacob wasn’t on duty tonight, and the bloke who was was easy enough to slip away from under the pretense of going to the bathroom to vomit. Stubby worked his way through the crowd of fans toward the back exit, but before he got there his attention was caught by something he hadn’t seen since his parties with Rich and Wrenny. Mere feet from him was a bloke with the same shininess to him the other two had. Stubby made a beeline for him, stumbling over himself and spilling his drink on the other in the process. “Sorry,” he slurred, reaching for the bloke’s arm to stabilize himself. “I’ve been looking for you!” He shouted over the din of the music. “You’re shiny. Like Rich and Wrenny. You can help me.”