Another Cog in the Murder Machine

I change in a public restroom into a black tank top with long fingerless gloves that cover my arms up to my elbow. I put on a black and red plaid skirt and black converse and head out with my bag in hand.
I choose to spend my first evening as a runaway at a bar, hopefully to get shitfaced. Of course I'm not there yet, I'm changing at some rest stop near the bar. I head out towards the place and pull out a fake ID I made a while ago and walk in. I sit on a stool and wait for the bartender.

"What can I get you?" He asks.

"The strongest thing you have," I shrug.

"You sure you're old enough to drink?" He looks at me skeptically.

"Would I be in here if I wasn't?" He grunts and walks away before returning with a drink. 'Yeah, like I'd really tell you I'm seventeen and therefore underage' I think.
I take a drink and quickly start to feel slightly dizzy. Probably a mixture of how strong the drink is and how my body isn't used to alcohol. I chug it all down and call for him to get me more.

About two drinks later a guy with long hair sits next to me. He has darker blonde hair with blonde at the bottom.

"Hey, I'm Bert," he slightly slurs.

"Brayden," I reply.

"How old are you?" God, do I really look that young?

"Twenty one," I lie.

"Cool, I'm twenty two," he grins.
I order another drink and he does the same. I have a few more until I'm basically hammered. I forget Bert is still there until he speaks up.

"Hey, you wanna go over there?" He slurs and points near a wall.

"Sure," I mumble, slipping off the stool and following him. He pushes me against the wall and presses his lips against mine. I kiss back, too drunk to make a better decision. We make out for a few minutes before he starts sliding his hand up my leg. His hand slips under my skirt and I let it happen, if I'm gonna be called a slut might as well act like one right? Plus I'm too shitfaced to know better.
Suddenly he's pulled off of me and punched in the face. I look at the person who punched him and see none other than Frank. Before I can say anything he grabs my wrist and pulls me near the stools. I notice my bag on the floor and grab it.

"Come on, Gerard," he says grabbing Gerard with his free hand. Gerard looks almost as confused as I am as Frank drags us out into the cold. He opens the car door and pushes me into the backseat, followed by a drunk Gerard. He climbs in the drivers seat and starts the car, shooting us a glare through the rear-view mirror. Music starts to blast through the speakers but he turns it off, making the car ride as awkward as possible.

"What were you even doing there, Brayden?" He breaks the silence.

I shrug, causing him to let out an exasperated sigh.

"Dude, calm down," Gerard slurs.

"Seriously," I add.

"This isn't exactly how I would like to spend my night, you know," Frank snaps.

"What do you mean?" Gerard asks.

"I mean I have two drunk people in the back of my car and I wasn't even planning on picking up Brayden, when I could be doing something I enjoy. Like sleeping."

"Yeah, what are you doing here?" Gerard turns to me.

"I don't know, I just wanted to get wasted and next thing I know I'm here," I slur.

"I'd say you did a pretty good job," Frank scoffs.

"Shut up, I don't get why you're so mad at me,"

"Oh, I don't know maybe because I come here to get Gerard and run into you getting freaky with some guy!"
I stay silent and Frank hits the breaks suddenly.

"We're here," he mumbles. I look up and see Frank's house. I get out and stumble up to the house next to Gerard and behind Frank. He opens the door and leads us to the living room.

"Gerard, you stay down here, you know where the bathroom is," he throws some blankets and pillows on the floor and motions me to follow him upstairs. He leads me to his room after grabbing some blankets from a closet and throws them on the floor of his bedroom. I stumble over to his bed and lie down.

"Get off my bed, I'm sleeping there," he groans.

"Nu-uh," I shake my head best I can while lying on my stomach.
He lifts me up and I start to scream, causing him to drop me imediatly.

"Shhh!"

I slide under the blanket on his bed and get comfortable.
He sighs in defeat and exhaustion and lies on the bed he made on the floor.

"Goodnight," he sighs.

"I love you," I barely hear him mumble before drifting off to sleep.

Notes

Sorry I've been unable to update, and for the lame chapter but OH WELL. And yes, Bert from the Used.
*chapter title from King for a Day by Pierce the Veil. I literally just used what I heard at that second from the song*