Riley drew herself very close to Corey as they exited the truck and walked up to the sketchy gates. She knew that it probably seemed like she was clinging to him like some sort of slut, but really, she was clinging to him because he was all that she knew, as safety. He was honestly the only safety she had known for a long time, and as a mentor, he had saved her life.

As they actually entered, she too reached down and ran her fingers through Magnus' hair, around the back of his head. He was also some sort of comfort for her, and she could see, most of the time why he was the mascot of the little group of misfits. He helped so much with nerves, that he was better than a drug, most of the times. She glanced down at him, and drew herself even closer to Corey, if humanly possible, as he finally asked her what she wanted to do.

"Um…W-what do you normally do at these things? Like…do you…do you just go and sit on a wall somewhere and talk?", she asked innocently, flinching heavily as a random stranger passed them, and ran fingers through her hair. She absentmindedly grabbed Corey's jacket, her cheek brushing the denim momentarily, as she glanced around, "Something…fun and dangerous…"

As she stated her last words, she removed her face from his side, and straightened, "Sorry…"

 He'd been running for a while, his feet hurt and his breathing was shallow. Stan had been chasing Howard every step of the way, the glimpses of Stan Howard got proved it, he was taking it in his stride, like a jog. 
"You won't get away from me, boy!" he roared in the, cutting the silence if the night and defending there foot steps, "I was a F***ing Ranger, this is a cake walk!", Stan started to speed up, slowly but Surely closing in on Howard, his foot steps echoing louder and louder off the dilapidated walls of the buildings adjacent. A sudden thrum filled the air, filling it with vibration and energy, the sounds of people shouting and laughing mixed with the deep bass of electronic music. The Scarpyard came into view people lay passed out on the pavement, drunk, high and intoxicated, a person Howard could only assume was a bouncer, at the entrance . He started to approach the entrance to the scrapyard rave jumping over unconscious bums and half naked prostitutes. Stan was close now, Howard could hear his breathing clearly from behind him, steady and clear compared to Howard's own ragged one he smashed past the bouncer and into the fray.
The scrapyard was full with what could have only been a crowd of degenerates, drunks, drug abusers, multiple rings where people were cheering on barbaric displays of crude combat. Howard turned to see Stan looking around the scrapyard for him, the bouncer behind him counting a small stack of cash. 
Howard slipped into the croud nearest to him and started to blend in -however not well due to the angry glares he got from some people, he was shoved.
He fell face first into the dirt floor and the crowd around him erupted in a roar of glee, Howard looked up to see Stan smiling at him from across the chalk circle of the arena.

The car ride was, as usual noisy, but Alex was too immersed in the lights speeding by to mind much. Music and chit chat echoed throughout the vehicle, and at times she would turn and laugh or sing along to a familiar song , but always tried to keep her mind distant from the actual ride. Eventually, the car slowed, and the familiar appearance of the scrapyard surrounded the small group. Pounding electronic music already filled the air faintly and a loud cheer sounded from within the tall walls only caused more excitement to swell within Alex's mind. After removing her long jacket and scarf, she exited the car and stuck close to the group, constantly checking her tiny black dress and hair and face with worrisome hands.

They passed the bouncer easily, and after a minute of listening and dwelling on Corey's instructions to Riley she turned, flicked her hand to and fro as if to wave goodbye, and quickly vanished into the closest mass of people. Her mind whirled with excitement as her eyes traced the fighting circle, then the circle of druggies, and then finally the small building in the back with bright, colorful lights. The best to flirt with were, of course, the rich kids. They didn't know any better, were most likely drunk off their asses, and hey, if they weren't paying attention she could get quite a but of cash out of one of them. She walked through the crowd with her head high, eyes narrowed, stumbling slightly over small junk until she was fully surrounded by blonde hair, blue eyes, and hefty looking back pockets. A loud, electronic song boomed through the air, resonating from the plain building just a few skips away from where Alex resided. She glanced about, fluttering her eyelashes at a few, but ultimately didn't do much to attract anyone.

She felt out of it.

But obviously not too out of it, seeing as a sudden hand wrapped around her shoulder and a half-empty beer bottle was held up in front of her eyes. She glanced up to the man above, and took note of his light eyes and good-quality sweatshirt, then gently took the beer and gave a short sniff. Nothing out of the sort... But just in case... Alex held the beer bottle back up and the man gave a short laugh and took a sip, then returned it down to her. Finally feeling a bit satisfied, she took a long gulp and grinned,

"C'mere often?" she yelled against the loud music, and the man shrugged and leaned against her. Alex, again, took note of this, and realized instantly that he was drunk.

Perfect.

She turned them, making sure her back was to the wall and his was to the large crowd surrounding the fights and then proceeded to embrace the man, standing on her tip-toes so she could rest her head on his shoulders. The man seemed oblivious at first, then returned the hug, grinning greedily. Alex smiled back while her hands fiddled with his back pockets, feeling around for the lump of a wallet, but was quickly interrupted by a shot of laughter from one of the crowds around the ring. Curiosity peaked, she leaned closer to the man to over look his shoulder again, who was now nipping at her neck, hands moving up and down over her small body. Luckily, Alex was a pretty rigid girl, so ignoring his inexperienced hands was a simple task. She focused in on the strange commotion in front of her, and felt her eyes widened when she saw the familiar figure of Howard. He was face first in the dirt, slowly recovering, and all at once Alex pushed away from the man, expression one similar to a crazed mother.

"Hey-" he began to complain, reaching for her again, but she dodged nimbly and broke into a light jog, the sharp heels of her platformed pumps digging deeply into the dirt much to her distress. After a moment of being immersed and pushed around by the crowd, she had lost sight of the other teen, but instead caught sight of a somewhat familiar man. Alex couldn't remember his name or why exactly she knew him, but his eyes were narrowed dangerously. She had a vague feeling of him being a bad person. Alex continued looking at the man, and soon noticed that he was focused on something, too focused.

'What?'

Despite feeling hands on her shoulders, she attempted to follow his gaze, and froze when she saw Howard again. Was he...? Again, on an impulse, she pulled free from the crowd, nearly stumbled over the chalk circle, and quickly removed her shoes. They were heavy, sharp, and not at all suitable for junk yard partying.

'I don't need 'em anymore, but you might enjoy these!'

Alex hefted one up, aimed, then tossed it at Stan, feeling somewhat satisfied as it connected with the dirt at his feet, kicking up a considerable amount of dust. The next one was thrown higher, aiming for his groin, but before she could see if she had hit or missed something jammed into her gut and she faltered, tumbling back into the crowd. Alex recovered just before she slammed into someone else and began glancing around furiously.

'Don't worry, don't worry. Just go find Corey or Declan or someone and have them handle it.'

"Corey!" She called out suddenly, dragging herself out of the crowd, "Declan! Guys! I think Howard is in trouble!"

"Hmmm,"
Corey stroked his chin in thought,
"I'd say let's start with the fights. Pretty entertaining. In fact, it looks like something's going on over there..."
Corey stood roughly 6'3 and so could just barely see over the top of the crowd's heads.
"Is that?"
His eyes narrowed as he tried to make out a distant figure.
"Corey!"
His gaze snapped to the side slightly and he noticed Alex yelling to them. He immediately jogged over, shoving a few men out of the way and letting Magnus's threatening bark scare the rest. He followed Alex's gaze over to Howard's prone form, and then up to Stan's imposing figure across the ring. A pair of the crowd's more enthusiastic members picked Howard up, dusted him off and pushed him into the ring, yelling fake encouragement as though watching a dog fight between a Rottweiler and a puppy.

Corey violently shoved several people aside on his way to the ring but was intercepted by the same two agitators.
"Magnus, bite!"
Corey ordered, pointing at the smaller of the two. Magnus snarled and leapt through the air 100 lbs of muscle and fur crashing into the man and knocking him to the ground. Magnus bite down on the man's forearm and became a dead weight, holding him in the dirt while Corey slugged his partner and pushed him towards Declan for the coup de' grace.

Corey burst into the ring and pulled off his jacket at once, tossing it to Riley and pulling Howard back behind him.
"Magnus! Guard!"
He commanded, pointing at the small teen. The lean, agitated dog trotted to Howard's side and sat down, watching the crowd threateningly.
"Why don't you pick a fight with someone your own size you fat fuck?"
Corey taunted, recognizing the man as Howard's stepfather. He'd only ever seen him once, but Corey never forgot a face. It seemed Howard had been downplaying the man's abusive habits more than he'd feared.

Corey advanced threateningly to the center of the ring, his biceps flexing as his hands curled into fists.

Madison glanced over when she saw Riley climb into the truck's backseat next to her, a small smile appearing on her lips as it happened. She was honestly glad she wasn't completely unapproachable in Riley's eyes, that she wouldn't even wanna sit next to her in here. She then turned her head back to facing out the window, and that's where her head stayed for the entire journey to the scrapyard.

The journey was noisy as per always, but Madison had learned to just zone out during these times, and only really chip in when she felt it was deemed necessary. Which wasn't regularly. She knew however, that the moment they got to the scrapyard her boisterous attitude and relative body language would appear and people would get a whole new side of her to experience or be reunited with.

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At the scrapyard, she was one of the last ones to get out of Corey's truck and she was walked with Riley and the others inside, where the night's events were indeed well begun. Looking around at everyone getting drunk, starting fights, clashing with the northern side kids in general, she couldn't help but smirk. This was indeed going to be hell of a night and initiation for Riley.

Madison glanced down at Riley looking around and she noticed how she ruffled her fingers through Magnus' fur. She was anxious, and very anxious at that. She noticed how close she was to Corey, and to be honest, Madison really couldn't blame her for being like this. Everyone's first scrapyard party night was intimidating. "Time for the fun," She remarked, to anyone who cared to listen.

She looked up at Corey after Riley asked where they ought to go first, as she really didn't have a clue and as he suggested the fight, Madison went up onto the balls of her feet to try and see where exactly this fight was, as there so many people around, she couldn't see that much at all. Then came the call "Corey!" "I think Howard's in trouble!". Madison rolled her eyes, but as she did so, she was smirking at the news. "And this is new?" She asked with a cocked eyebrow. She followed everyone to where Howard was, and let Corey take control of the situation, as she stood back and watched the whole thing unravel.

When Corey called Howard's stepfather a fat fuck, she couldn't help but choke on her own breath as she stifled to keep herself from bursting out into manic case of laughter. The dude deserved every taunt Corey gave him, it was true, but sometimes she really did find herself wanting to laugh at the most inconvenient of times. She quickly covered her mouth and turned away, so her back was facing the whole scenario, so she could silently laugh without being called out for it.

It was then she found the giant cooler with alcohol inside. "Aaaaand I'm gone," She said, patting Riley on the shoulder. "If anyone wonders, I'm by the beer." She told her before walking off and away from the fight. She had seen enough fights with Corey to know how this would end, and she needed alcohol in her system first. Walking over, she got to her chosen destination, where she dunked her hand into the giant home made cooler and pulled out a can of beer, to which she opened with one hand and took a swig from. Closing her eyes, she savoured every moment as the liquid flowed down her throat.

"Hey girlfriend!" She hears from behind her and turning around she sees one of her old hooker friends. "Starla? Dayum girl it's been a while!" Madison smiled welcoming her over to her. "No shit, I hear you're out and not Icy anymore, why you leave us?" Starla asked her, and Madison fidgeted on her feet and looked down trying to find the words. "I just had to get out ya know? I found a new family- friends. I don't need to feed my waste of space father anymore... I want more than standing on the streets." She openly told her friend. Starla was one of her closest friends when on "duty", and the one girl she would go to if she had a bad night because of some douchebag client.

"I'll tell ya, I'm jealous, but things just ain't the same without you." Starla admitted to her, and Madison just didn't know how to take that. She hoped it wasn't a lure to get her to go back to being Icy.