Mush

salish and zeke are super genius siblings when it comes to anything being produced illegally. they run the wellness district together almost every chemical formula for any drug you’d want has most likely been produced by them.

(unedited beyond oblivion sorry not sorry 🤓)

It had been late Tuesday when icarus realized the two people who was supposed to see today had never rolled through or left a call. And in dare city usually ghosting your business partners means you’re dead. the jesters and dead don’t belong together in the same sentence though; so icarus was forced out west to go and run a check up. The trip wasn’t necessarily long or hard but going from one zone to another at 8 pm no matter what day of the week it was made it difficult. every street, above and underground had been packed with people going to and from and icarus was just another moving part no matter how important he was.

by the time he reached the warehouse on the outskirts of dare he tried ringing both the siblings one more time hoping he had just jumped the gun too early and was overreacting, the jesters are busy people especially when running a multi level drug ring like zeke and salish, maybe they’d just been stuck in another meeting or lab testing out batches before they hit the streets. He tried salish letting it fully ring through playing her voicemail before hanging up and trying zeke. as the seconds ticked by waiting for an answer, worry itched and gnawed at icarus’s chest punching a hole in it when zekes voicemail began playing. with no answers he was forced to get out of his car slamming the door as he moved away, this wasn’t a funny joke, this was his family and suddenly they were no where to be seen.

memories of his fathers reign, the ‘lessons’ in the forms of beatings, the isolation from his siblings to not dull them and the abandonment flooded his mind. This built family wasn’t supposed to disappear but suddenly it was and it was eating icarus whole. Stalking towards the building his jaw clenched as tight as possible, if he bit down any harder he’d most likely crack a molar, he grabbed the door swinging it open, unlocked like always. The siblings are powerful people,all things drug related flowed through them, they have people to keep their hands clean and yet they still cannot lock doors. the worry continued punching holes in his gut as he ran through every possible scenario he could walk into.

Country music wasn’t in any of those scenarios though and it was blasting through the warehouse forcing him to pause and rethink. This was dare, a big sprawling matropolis not a little lowdown country town. what the fuck was going on. after sucking in a pungent breath icarus pressed forward the music drowning out any other noise in the warehouse, his steps included. the warehouse was set up in sections divided out and separated by plastic sheets falling from frames made to be used as walls, this was one of their main drug houses, all things experimental started here before transferring out to smaller buildings once reliable enough to manufacture without worry.

no matter where you went you couldn’t outrun the overwhelming smell of burning, that’s the best way to describe it, when there’s so many different things that all share th common characteristics of being burnt everything ends up culminating into the burnt smell and it was a smell that would linger in your nose hours after leaving.

icarus kept moving though pushing through more and more tarps workers around him layered in almost surgical like clothes looking up confused before looking back down at their work even faster once realizing just who they’d been staring at.

finally he pushed far enough in the music almost pulsing at the same tempo as his heartbeat throwing the last tarp to the side revealing a tall slender figure in black appearing to pace back and forth but the closer he got the plainer his view became

“zeke” he shouted pausing in his steps, the sudden commotion had the figure pause and turn around. icarus was right, there infront of him stood zeke tall and slender as ever black shoes black pants a black tee shirt and a black? “where the fuck did you get a cowboy hat from” icarus asked in utter disbelief at the sight crossing his arms trying to crack the code of what was happening

the music still blared and zeke continued to dance to the rhythm honestly pretty well it was impressive, after a couple beats he broke from it “iggy my boy how good it is to see you” he shouted extremely surprised to see icarus the mania looming over his face. “jesus christ what did you take?” icarus asked stepping forward eyeing him up and down. “oh man let me tell you about this it’s called blip it’s this new snortable, kinda like coke but with the effects of acid and lsd and shrooms and-“ “you’re testing on yourself again” he interjected causing zeke to hiss and click his tongue a frown pulling at his face “we don’t like the word testing iggy” he frowned harder almost resembling a sad dog. “it’s experimenting, it’s what scientists do, rather us than animals” he explained trailing off shoving aside a tarp. walking away fast as if almost skipping.

(this exists purely bc the second i see something i can’t unsee it. like this vid this dance just faster cmon see my vision🤓)