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"Only one. I sometimes can't sleep at night because I think of the stuff you do. The drugs and whatnot... I can't really sleep peacefully knowing what you're putting into your body. I know, it's none of my business. It just bugs me some times."

Melrose looked up to Jack, and then leaned her head against his shoulder once again. She knew that it bothered him when she did drugs. In the back of her mind she knew that she could eventually loose him if she continued to do drugs. When she took her first shot of heroin she hadnt planned on getting addicted. She also didnt plan on using it for the rest of her life. So, right then, she decided to try to ween herself off of her drug of choice.


"Since we're keeping this a secret, I'll give you one last kiss for the day, I do suppose."

“Aw, not the last one...” She whimpered, but stopped immediately when he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. If she couldnt kiss him whenever she wanted, she wasnt sure if she liked them being a secret anymore. At first she kept her hands at her side, but then she couldnt help but slide them up his chest and then up to the sides of his face. “Mm, I like those.” Mel pulled away and smiled, bringing her hands away from him and then turning to head up to the apartment.

No doubt her bruises and split lip would be questioned by the band, but just in case she managed to slip it by them she kept her bandaid on and hoped that the make up she had put on was enough to hide it.

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Jack followed close behind, watching Mel as he went up the stairs to the place. Running a hand through his long brown hair, he slipped in his headphones as he opened the door for her, yelling out "Alright people, two of the slackers are back home!" Walking past Melrose, he headed straight for his door as he dropped off his things, locking his wallet and cellphone beneath the bed. It was a security measure he always performed, never much for trusting the random "guests" who always showed up. He headed for the shower immediately, finding himself shocked that he hadn't taken one earlier that morning. Then again, he hadn't felt like leaving Mel alone in awkward silence in his apartment.

After finishing, dressing into the same new clothes and stepping out, Jack headed for the kitchen where he grabbed a protein shake. Sitting down in his recliner, he looked around. No one else was in the living room at the moment. Yawning and closing his eyes, he leaned his head back against the seat and took a nap.

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Dave sat on his bed, clad in nothing but a towel, for a few minutes. Sifting through his thoughts, so deep he hadn't even thought of dressing himself. Why were his thoughts so centred on Kyra? He could've sworn something was wrong with him. Could it be, a wildcard come to change his ways?
But...the bottle was his friend...god...what the fuck was wrong with him? Trying to argue with himself that alcohol was more important than his band-mates.

Dave decided to take his mind off it, maybe it would pass and he'd return to normal. Dave was usually the type to "wait and see" with situations like this, if no solution presents itself, just wait and see.
But he couldn't help but be annoyed at this, he hated things happening to him that he had no knowledge of or control over. What would it do to the band? If they broke up, he'd just be a stinking, purpose-less bum on the streets, begging for some coins so he could fuel his habit. He'd rather die without the band...but would he die without the drink?

None-the-less, he dressed himself in a pair of light-grey jeans, a Blind Guardian T-Shirt (with the artwork from Tales From the Twilight World) and a pair of black, lace-up shoes, somewhere between skate-shoes and sneakers.

He came out into the living room, casting glances at Jack and Mel...he wasn't aware last night that they were out together, but he remembered they usually were out at the same time when Mel went to strip, and Jack went to meet her. But he was now aware that they hadn't come home last night.
Dave could swear he felt a different air between them. "Hi guys," he said quickly as he slipped into the kitchen to get some food.
The finest of microwaveable cuisine lay in the fridge and pantry. Taking a random soup, he put it in the microwave and waited, hoping to not stir up conversation about Jack and Mel's last night adventures.
Must've been rough, Mel looked roughed up, Dave couldn't help but laugh at the visuals, even through his efforts, you could hear him chuckling away at it.

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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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"Alright people, two of the slackers are back home!"

Kyra heard them and smiled. She was glad to know they were okay. She closed her sketchbook, leaning against the wall. She was getting a little hungry, but she ignored most of it now. She hugged her knees gently to her chest as she waited. What had happened last night? She was tempted to ask, but that would be prying. If Mel wished to tell she would. She wouldn't mention anything that had happened last night, not Dave snapping at her or Vince's worries. She had no right and she kept mostly to herself anyway. She was more of a listener than a communicator and it proved to be problematic most of the time when she took on other people's problems and never expressed any of her own. She stood up going to go head out and greet the remaining band members, but decided against it for now and placed herself back on the bed. Her eyes kept glancing back to her sketching pad and she grabbed it once more. Perhaps this was here addiction. She got lost in her drawings and in her music. Could she give up drawing? Maybe she had no right to ask Dave to give up drinking or Mel to give up drugs. Sure her addiction wasn't harmful to her body, but she wouldn't be able to give it up if her life depended on it.

Kyra watched Mel come into the room and to her bed in silence. There was no greeting like she had greeted Dave and Vince. Perhaps she didn't need one. She was after all just apart of the background, plain and uninteresting. She let out a small sigh as Mel headed to the shower. No doubt she would come back after a shot. Kyra put down the sketchbook one more. She didn't feel like drawing any more right now. She watched Mel, noticing the pupils and thus knowing she was on her high. Kyra got up as Mel finished getting dressed and began to put on makeup. Mel always looked good and yet Kyra was always dressed so simply. She was the weakest and poorest here. It was okay for to fade in the background. She opened the door and headed to the lounge where she found Jack napping. He must have stayed up most of the night watching Mel. She smiled, but it faded quickly. They would make a cute couple, that is if they weren't already. She remained silent as she took a chair nearby, once again curled up to herself. What more was she meant to do? They would head off to practise soon and then the gig tonight and tomorrow she had work.

Vince stood up and just nodded as a reply to Mel's greeting. He wondered for a moment why she had bothered to, after all it was like he was on the outside of the group..along with Kyra he realized. As left out as he was, he hadn't noticed the other band member who was in the same boat, and he had practically ignored until last night. If he wanted to become more of a part of the group, he felt he should start with the one most like him.

He walked up to her, he was never shy of approaching anyone..especially not girls. "Hey, I wanted to say thanks for last night and all..and I'm going to go get some breakfast, would you like to come with me?" he asked, hoping for some company and to get to know one of his fellow band members.

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Mel was now in her own world. She had kept focused enough to put her clothes and some make up on, and now that she was cleaned up…she figured that it was about time they started practicing. Turning from her mirror, she grabbed her previously laid out guitar and headed for the living room.

She loved Vince and she loved Kyra. In her mind she considered them as apart of the group as anyone could be. She didn’t understand how they could think, sometimes, that they weren’t as apart of the group as everyone else. Melrose didn’t know that it was because sometimes she didn’t say ‘hello’ to everyone, and sometimes she didn’t give him or her all the same amounts of attention.

Mel didn’t mean to ignore anyone. Sometimes, mostly when she was high, she had a one-track mind. After she left the living room she didn’t think about greeting Kyra. The only thing that had been on her mind was a shower, a shot, and practicing.

“You guys ready to practice?” She called, plopping down onto the couch next to Jack. In a way, just to see what the others would do, she was tempted to sit in Jacks lap…but she figured that an action such as that would give their ‘secret’ away.

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Dave downed the rest of his soup and then a glass of water, cringing slightly at the taste.
"Not quite ready to practice yet Mel. Gotta warm up the chords and what-not."
Dave retreated into his room, where on one side was a small electric keyboard.

After about an hour of vocal exercises, he felt he was as ready as he could be. His voice was clear and warm. He could sing on a whim now. But still, he'd have to force some of those harder notes out, he was still young, hardly in his prime. Hell, Ronnie James Dio didn't really hit his prime 'til 40. But then again, Dave was sure that Ronnie James Dio wasn't human. No man could sing like that.

He emerged from his room, looking enthusiastic about something for once. The band and drinking were the only exciting things to him these days.
"Come on! When do we start! Now? Now? Now?"
He was just being annoying for fun, trying to get a rise out of someone.
This was the real Dave, the sobre Dave that people rarely saw.

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Alright, I've already got two complaints, I god modded. Sorry everyone.

Seeing as I really don't have time to post right now and that one sucked, just control my character for a bit. Make up for my epic phail.

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I'm a little lost. What do you mean sai? Sorry to add OoC for this, but ummm yeah.... Really lost.