Once again, Tic had snuck out of the house on a Friday right after school with his best mates Izzie and Stella. His Mom would be mad he is missing lunch, but he just had too much energy to stay home. It had been a beautiful day and he felt cooped up - it was warm and none of them had anywhere to be.
The afternoon sun was setting as they walked out of the piercing shop where they had all three been on the receiving end of a piercing needle, this time was another lip ring for Tic - “Fuck, my Da’s going to mad about this one!” he said to Izzie. Izzie just smiled that big smile of crooked teeth he has and said “at leas’ yo’re Da will facking notice” he said as he reached up to touch the end of his sore nose that now sported a new piece of metal glinting in the sun. Stella, who had just had her tongue pierced said, “give me that juth” as she grabbed the flask from Tic. Her tongue had clearly swollen which made it hard for her to talk, but she took a good long swig anyway and swirled it around her mouth. “That’th tath-ty, innit, Tic?“ Tic said, “nothing but the best from Da’s reserve!” and they all laughed as the snuck in the the Lion’s Paw, each of them sore in some way but feeling great. Tic gave barkeeps tenner and headed off to the bathroom so he could get a round going for Stella and Izzie, where he ran into someone he had seen at “The Paw” before, but didn’t know. “‘ello friend, ‘ave room in ‘ere for one more?” he asked as he stepped up to the urinal and unbuttoned his camo pants. Before he got his cock out, the other guy snorted a line of powder up his nose off the porcelain sink and made one for Tic as well. “want one, mate?”
“Ummmm, I’ve never, I mean, umm, sure” and the man gave him a rolled up pound note and said, “I’m Rolf, you’re Tic right?” - Young Rhotic looked at him and said, “yea, you know me?” “E’eryone ‘ere knows you mate, this place is a lot more fun when y’ore here, and y’ore friends are good eggs too”c he said as he flashed Tic a big smile, gives him a twitchy wink and hands him the note. Have fun, and keep the note, as he adds more to the line and steps out of the loo. Tic looks around, shrugs, and snorts it up his nose and his eyes burn instantly and he jumps up, and yells “whoa!” and pinches his nose. His head swirls and a big smile comes across his face as his pants drop to the floor before he can grab them. He takes a minute to enjoy the rush before shuffling to the urinal and realizes he no longer needs to piss. He finally collects himself and checks the mirror before joining Izzie and Stella and swigging down a pint.
“See that guy right there? ‘is name is Rolf and ‘e knows us. ‘e has some good time powder if you want some” and he hands Izzie the rolled up pound and adds one to it. “Take this to him and see if he has some more”. They all take turns doing shots, drinking pints, and making trips to the bathroom with Rolf one at a time. It grows dark as they continue singing every shanty they know (and a few they don’t) and the whole bar joins in. At the end of the night, Tic finds himself in the bathroom with Izzie and Stella, as they took turns sucking his cock and all three of them making out with each other, in spite of Stella’s newly swollen tongue. For how long, they don’t know, until they start giggling and laughing and stumbling out of the bathroom, out of the bar, and spilling onto the sidewalk. All three of them were holding hands and feeling closer to each other than they ever have before. Looking for a cab they start walking towards Izzie’s flat and singing. Stella only threw up once, and they all cheered her on when she did.
As they continued walking, the light overhead snapped out and it seemed especially dark in the street. Tic looked around and saw a shadow, he thought, but maybe it was just the overindulgence and the late hour, he thought? He looked at Izzie and Stella and laughed out loud, thinking how much he loved them.
Suddenly, out of nowhere in the dark, just a little ways from The Paw, a man in a torn trench coat appears out of the shadow from behind a car. A glint of a blade flashes in Tic’s eyes as he feels cold steel go into his right side, right under his rib cage. He looks to Izzie and Stella, their eyes wide with panic and cocaine as Stella start screaming. Stella catches Tic as he stumbles down on one knee, completely surprised by the scene and the feel of ice and steel in his side. He looks down and the blood on his hands feels warm and he smiles to himself. “So, this is how I go” he thinks to himself. Time slows down and in slow motion, Tic watches Izzie as he pushes the man in the trench coat down and bludgeons
him with his fists, growing red from the blood splattering from the man’s mangled face. Izzie grew up fighting a mean father and knew how to give even better than he could take. Lying on the ground, Tic looks up at Stella whose mascara is running down her cheeks and he smiles at the ridiculousness of the drama happening before his eyes. Slowly, Tic passes out with a the taste of blood in the back of his throat.
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