Brenna let herself be dragged. It was times like these she rejoiced in her lack-of girlish accessories. Like a purse; she didn't have to worry, or find a place to put it or hold it. She could just go.

She took some of the lead, shoving Sebsy towards the middle of the floor, putting her thin hands on his shoulders and dragging her knee down his leg for an invite.

Sebastian was dancing before he even hit the dance floor. And the little 'invite' of Brenna's had him glued to her in an instant. He wrapped his fishnet dressed arms around her waist and began moving with her and the music, his hips swaying quite suggestively.

Brenna rolled her shoulders back so her jacket fell around her elbows. She moved sinuously with Sebsy, leaning forward and grinding her hips against his. Brenna did not beat around the bush very often. She tossed her head so her hair flew wild around it like a halo and tangled and untangled her legs with Sebsy's.

Sebastian lost himself in the music, the lights, the sensation of dancing with Brenna. He closed his eyes and let all his other sense take over for awhile.

Song after song Seb continued to dance until he found his mouth dry and his body over-heating. "Drinks....let's get some drinks..." he said to Brenna over the music.

Brenna joined him with zeal, her hands rubbing and her body swaying. She had her palms back on his thin shoulders when he suggested taking a break. She nodded in agreement, sweating lightly, her hair tossed and wild.

She turned away from him, walking toward the shadowed bar while thinking of what she wanted.

Sebastian followed Brenna, still practically glued to her. He scuttled along, his body glistening with sweat and sparkles. Pity the entire club should the light catch him wrong. All the dancing at him quite parched, and a little on the horny side. The mescaline was going strong, which wasn;t helping either problem.

"6 shots of tequila barkeep. For me and my sexy lady friend" Sebastian said with a giggle, throwing his arms around her. Apparently, unintentionally solving Brenna's 'what to drink' question.

Brenna giggled. Fine, let him, she didn't mind. Infact, in her happy-fuzzy-meth world she saw no need to discourage it. Instead, she sidled closer to Sebsy alongside the bar, reaching around and giving his behind a playful squeeze.

"Yeah, please.."

She added, leaning against him and smirking a little.

The bartender slide three shots infront of each of them. Sebastian grinned like a child at christmas.

He felt the squeeze and let out a surprised squeak before giggling. "Naughty Sibsy! Drink your tequila!" he said, slamming back one of his shots.

Brenna laughed before knocking back a straight shot.

"I'm naughty? I'mma Sunday church girl compared to you, Sebsy..."

She states, smirking.

Sebastian giggled and stuck his tongue out at her. "You don't know me -that- well yet....if you did you probably would have said something worse..." he said with a wink.

He reached for his second shot but stopped. The mescaline was pumping into his brain in full force and the blonde, glitter covered boy was convinced he say a butterfly resting on his shot glass. He that he dare not disturb it. "FLUTTERBUTTER! FLUTTERBY...BUTTER FLY!" he giggled, cautiously trying to touch the hallucination perched on his glass.

Brenna wacthed him, laughing uncontrollably for all ove five minutes before knocking back her second shot, unable to resist herself.

"It's on your nose, Sebsy!"

She tried not to giggle.

Sebastian swatted at the 'butterfly' before loosing his balance and falling right back on his back, landing hard on the floor.

Perhaps the glitter makes him bounce, because the blonde was back on his feet in seconds. "I'M O-KAY!" he announced, like anyone would care. He grinned at Brenna before downing his second, then third shot quite quickly.

"Sesby!"

Brenna squealed, but relaxed when he was up again.

"Oh.. You fell down."

She finished her last shot with relish, giggling and wobbling somewhat. Ahh, the synergy from the meth was sweet. She felt like dancing again and instantly began to look for a break in the mass of people. Something shiny caught her eye. The chains of some goatee-ed guy near the edge of the dancers. A very nice to look at guy. She wanted it.

"Bye-bye Sebsy..."

Brenna called rather airly, chasing her eye-candy into the crowd of people and disappearing.

Sebastian blinked as she left. He waved at her disappearing form childishly. "Buh-Bye!!" he called. It took him a minute to realize she was actually gone, and he was suddenly lonely, even with the crowd of people around him. 'Dance or more drink?' he thought to himself.

"Hey sweet thing..."

The guy slid down the bar to Sebsy. His black hair, eye-length, feel across his face. He was wearing high snap-down pants and a sleeveless shirt, a little shapeless on his body. There were chains around his neck and two drinks in his hands.

"You look lonely.."

Whether this was true or not, the person seemed eager to stay, sliding Sebsy one of the drinks.

"Oh, Hello!" Sebastian said, grinning. Wow, finding a new friend didn't take long he though. "My...friend...she went poof somewhere..." he explained with a giggle.

He brushed that forever stray piece of blonde hair back and eyed the drink, he was still slightly cautious in his drug induced state. "What is it?" he asked, poking the glass like it would bite him.

He smiled reassuringly.

"S'just whiskey..."

He sipped his own as if to demonstrate the innocence.

Seb bit his lip, looking at it. "I -did- just have a lot of tequila...." he said, eyeing the glass. He shrugged, well it was a free drink. He picked it up and sipped gingerly at it. "So...who are you?" he asked with a big painted grin.

"You can call me Rick... You have a name to go with that pretty face?"

He winked, sipping his drink.

Sebastian blushed terribly. Though, it was rather hard to tell beneath the layers of make-up. "Um...wait...let me think..." he said, sipping his drink and pausing. "Oh...Oh right. Sebastian. Or....Seb. Ya...call me Seb, it's easier. Less...word...letter thingies." he said with a giggle.

Rick smiled, inching closer to Seb.

"Seb... that's a nice name..."

He continued to sip his drink, his eyes on Sebastian firmly.

Meanwhile, Brenna had caught her prey only to find he was a very attractive acid dealer. Which just made this situation even better as far as she was concerned...

Sebastian nodded, "My parents gave it to me!" he annouced, giggling and downing the rest of his drink in one go. He set the glass down and looked at it on the bar. One more drink...how could that make his head swim so much more than it was.

Seb groaned and rested his head on the bar. "I....feel funny..." he mumbled.

"Really..?"

He kept getting closer to Seb and his smile broadened. Then it was replaced with a false concerned look.

"Oh? You don't look too good..."

He snaked an arm around Sebastian.

"Maybe we should go outside for some air... then we can dance.."

He cooed, his face close to Seb's.

Seb nodded sickly. "Air...yes....sounds good. Dancing...I like that. Brenna is dancing....where is she?" he stammered. He sat back up and looked around, his vision was blurred, and his head was spinning. His blue grey eyes scanning blurry mass of people for his friend.

"She'll be here later."

Whoever she was.

Rick lifted his prey with surprising ease, steering him toward the doors.

Brenna, on the other hand, had partaken of two pretty papers and was now in some sort-of hot haze which involved dancing and letting her foxy friend down her shirt and up her skirt. It was all good right now. Sebastian who?

Sebastian followed dumbly, eyes still glue on the crowd. "Sibsy? Brenna?" he called at the mass.

He looked around, "Why are we leaving...? I...I want something to drink..." he mumbled, but continued to move with the stranger guiding him.

"We'll get something to drink when we come inside.."

Rick tried to sound reassuring, leading Sebsy out into the back. There were other people out here as well. Some were still moving together with soft moans, others were passed out silently. It was a lot used for outdoor things, right now full of copulating couples both drunk and not.

Rick pulled Sebsy to a empty patch of grass, sitting him down firmly and moving infront of him.


Brenna let her catch lead her to the bar, letting him buy her a Crown Royal. It was all good. She vaguely wondered where.. someone.. of consequence was.. but... it didn't matter. Really.. it didn't.

Sebastian hit the ground hard. "Ouch...that hurt." he said accusingly. He stared dumbly at Rick, shivering as the cool air dried the sweat that was glistening over his body.

"I....I'm cold....can we go inside...It's....dark out here." Sebastian said, he tried to stand, but his mind and his body wouldn't work together. Rick didn't seem so friendly and nice outside, no, he looked scary. Sebastian didn't want to be friends with him like he did everyone else.

"No.. hush now.. "

Rick used once hand to cover Sebsy's mouth, the other pushed firmly on his chest to force the young man onto his back. He moved in closer, rubbing his knee against Sebastian's leg.

"Just relax sweet thing.."

He purred, his face close to Seb's.

Sebastian tried to struggle, his eyes wide with fear. Why wouldn't his body respond. The poor boy was confused and drugged beyond belief, but he could sense what was happening. He whimpered around Rick's hand, praying from someone to find him.

Rick moved his hand from Seb's chest, unfastening Sebastian's pants and tugging them down. He ran his hands along the exposed skin, purring to Sebastian still in a sickly soothing voice.

No one was really paying attention, a little preoccupied by their own partners.

Brenna was trying to figure things out... tryign to figure out what she was missing, which with the pretty paper and Crown Royal and sexiness so close to her, wasn't easy.

The rush of cool air and the feel of foreign hands brought tears to Sebastian's eyes. They trickled down in colored streaks from the corners of his eyes. He was squirming as best he could.

There was a look of terror and dread in the young man's eyes. He let out a muffled cry from help around his attacker's hand. The cry was not loud enough, nor sensical enough to draw any help. The drugs made sure of that.

Rick smiles, moving his palm and kissing Sebastian hugrily. He lifts his hand, unfastening his own trousers and lowering them.

"Don't cry... you're ruining your pretty face.."

He mumbled, moving their bodies closer, plucking at that one remaining piece of clothing on Sebsy's body.

Brenna had finished her Crown Royal, and was thinking now, ignoring the exploring hands across her back and thighs. She looked around and thought. And thought. Something was missing.. No.. was.. a shaft of light.. someone was missing. Yes, a person.

Sebastian started to cry harder as the cold air rushed over his body. Why was this happening to him? This is something that happens to women...drugged and raped. Not men...not to Sebastian.

When Rick kissed him, Sebastian tried to bite down on his lips, anything to get him to let him go. "Please.....not me....why?" he mumbled. His head was spinning so badly he felt ill. He had no power, no strength to stop what was going on. All he could do was watch it happen and cry.

Rick avoided being bit, smirking.

"Fiesty.."

He smirks, giving Sebsy a teasing rub. Not that Sebsy would enjoy it.

Brenna frowned. Things weere getting solid. Colours no longer were moving of their own accord. She felt relatively dizzy and batted away a groping hand.

"No.."

She protested, setting down her Crown Royal. She ignore the miffed acid dealer, looking at the guy behind the bar.

"Did you see a blonde guy here? Real thin? Probably acting a little high?"

"Yeah, he went outside with another guy."

Another guy? Brenna felt hurt. For some reason.

"Thanks..."

She trotted outside, waving offhandedly to the acid dealer as she left. Once outside, she looked around. One.. two.. three.. three couples.. none of them consisting of two guys.

"Sebsy? Seeebsyyyy?"

Sebastian only cried harder, he felt the rub and froze up. He went stiff as a board his mind racing for a way to save himself.

Suddenly, he heard a family voice. "Sibsy?" he cried weakly. No...she wouldn't be able to hear that. He closed his eyes a moment, and mustered all of the strength he could. Just by them, a stack of crates when clattering loudly to the ground. There was no way she couldn't have heard that. Sebastian hoped and prayed she would come investigate. He had no idea what his assailent was, Innish, Unnish, but he was sure the falling crates wouldn't have made Rick suspiscious.

Rick grunted at the noise.

Brenna twisted her head. Another couple. Wait... something about that couple was familiar... She began to walk closer. What a weird face.. wait.. no.. that was make-up. Smeared make-up. There was only one guy she knew who wore such make-up.

"Sebsy?"

Rick growled, not wanting to be interrupted.

Brenna walked closer. Make-up smeared from crying. There was something aroung about this picture. Something that made Brenna's eyes gleam.

"You... get off Sebsy!"

She charged, diving at Rick. Their bodies crashed and Rick swore, Brenna's boots whirling to kick him in sensitive areas.

Sebastian got out a yelp when Rick was pulled off him. He instinctively balled up, hiding his exposed areas. He cringed and continued to cry as he heard Brenna deliver her beating on Rick. "Sibsy...." he whimpered, terrified of being alone in the dark in his state.

Brenna whirled around, behaving not unlike she'd seen Chiao act around an opposing male cat once. She kicked and clawed until Rick scrambled away with bruises on his ribs, a bloody nose. He would probably have trouble using the batheroom for a week or so as well.

Brenna stretched out on the grass, her whole body feeling hot. She panted, resting for a moment as Rick tugged up his pants and fled. Sebastian's plantive cry finally hit her.

"Sebsy.."

She twisted and was up, scrambling to him.

"Sebsy, Sebsy.. Are you okay? Where did he touch you?"

She tried to lift him, whimpering with concern.

Sebastian whimpered, and sniffled. "He.....all over...." he whimpered, balling up even tighter.

"Clothes...." he mumbled, shivering.