Kevin, 16

"-fucked up!"
"Yeah, man," slurred Kevin, "totally fucked up, man!"
"No! There's (schzzzuz) outside the city (zizzz)rything's all fuc(ZZZZIZZZZ)ful, man..."
Kevin was done with this conversation before it had even fucking started.
"Fuckin' a man, I'm out!"
Just before he closed his phone, he heard what might have been "eating".
He wasn't hungry.
At all.
He didn't want to talk to Dingo.
At all.
He didn't want to meet up with Dingo afterwards.
At all.
What he wanted was to get to know the Mystery Girl.
Up close and personal like.
This wasn't his first time in the club, but it was MOST DEFINITELY his first time in the club trying pills.
He liked pills.
He would try them again and again.
"Try some, buy some..." he muttered either in his head or under his breath.
There she was again.
He'd see her when he wasn't looking for her; she seemed to be slowly making her way across the floor through the writhing clump of people, this time she was leaning on the wall near the bathrooms.
He'd seen her here before tonight, but never talked to her.
Well, what the fuck was he going to say to her?
Mumbling "I wanna bone you" usually wasn't the preferred way to get into a chick's panties.
Or maybe it was.
Man, these pills are working like they should.
He suddenly felt cooler in his mind.
Gaw bless Dingo and his little white pills.
That sounds like some song...
He trailed off inside his own head like a balloon on vacation.
He giggled at the image.
And the cool thing was, not only was the girl here without her ever-present flock of ugly ass friends, but SHE looked fucked up too!
She was swaying back and forth, not really with the music and when she swayed too much, she hit the wall and steadied herself before starting to sway all over again.
If they were BOTH fucked up, shit, this is going to be easy!
Despite his chemically induced confidence, Kevin was sweating.
He'd never gotten past first base and here he was planning on...what?
Feeling her up? Fingering her? Getting a blow job?
Oh man...getting a blow job from the Mystery Girl...oh man...
Kevin lost himself in the moment, unaware he was getting a hard on.
He snapped back to reality when he saw her looking at him.
Oh man...oh fuck...
She then lurched into one of the unisex bathrooms.
Oh shit...oh shit...
Before he could stop himself, he was moving across the floor.
He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and ignored it.
He felt the bass of the nameless, thudding song vibrating in his ribcage and ignored that too.
Suddenly, he was standing outside the door.
Shit, what now?
Do you knock in a situation like this?
He saw that he was standing in a pool of what looked like chocolate syrup.
"Need some golf shoes..." he laughed to himself.
Then the lights strobed for a moment and it looked like red paint.
His dick was throbbing almost painfully now, seemingly in time with the music.
He'd forgotten about the chocolate syrup.
"No, just do it," he said to himself out loud, "She'll see you...and just know what's up..."
Kevin himself didn't know what was up, but as long as one of them did this could still turn out all right.
He stood for a moment with his hand on the greasy knob, feeling the pills nibble at the edges of himself with their icy little teeth, and opened the door.