Melrose put on her brightest smile and pranced into the apartment right behind Jack. For someone that got beat up the night before, was wearing guys clothes, and went a night without her heroin...she was looking pretty good. Eve

"Hi guys,"

Mel looked at Dave, and gave him a kind smile. In some ways she felt like she shared something special with Dave. He, like her, had an addiction. In the long run her's was more harmful on the inside...but on the outside no one who didnt know her could tell that she was addicted to heroin. Really, he was the only one in the house that hadnt tried at one point to talk her out of taking her drug of choice.


“So...as of last night I'm no longer a stripper.” She spoke, skipping over to the kitchen counter and leaning on it to look at Dave. Really, she didnt expect much of a response. Mel knew that Dave didnt mind her, but she had a feeling that he didnt like her either. Except at parties...she was always willing to get drunk with him. “Sorry, thats one last stripper in the world.” Mel offered a weak smile for her joke, and then pushed off the counter to head off to her room.


“G'morning Vince.” She always liked to keep everyone in the band feeling good and part of the group. If everyone was well-connected, they would go further. Once in her room she crouched beside the bed, and pulled her guitar case out. They would all need to practice soon, and she wanted her guitar to be out and ready when it was decided. Flipping open the case she pulled out the dark purple LTD, and laid it across her sheets.

Then, she found her long silken japanese-designed robe and made her way to the bathroom. Jack had just gotten out, and the tiles and windows were still covered with steam. Softly she closed and locked the door behind her, and then slipped her hand into the pocket of her silky bath robe. From the inside she pulled out a medical syringe, pre-filled with heroin. With her teeth she bit off the plastic covering and spit it into the sink, and then she held out her arm so that she could slowly pump the drug into her veins.

Dropping the needle into the sink as well, she slouched onto the floor and laid down on the tiles while her blood pushed the heroin through her body. Having gone all night, it felt so good just to have had the needle in her arm again. After about five minutes, she forced herself to her feet, and stepped into the shower. After shooting up, hot water seemed boiling...and cold water seemed freezing. So, she spent the rest of her shower either whimpering under the heat or shivering under the chill.

After the shower she wrapped the robe around her naked body, and exited the bathroom. She forgot the syringe in the sink, which was unlike her...since she always tried to keep her drug paraphernalia hidden froom the group. Behind the closed doors of Kyra and Mel's bedroom, she dressed herself in a pair of blue jeans and a corset-like top...and artistically applied a light amount of make up to her face.

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