Just Look at All That Pain

“Ok so do you want to pick or should I,” Bert asked as they stepped onto the street.
“Whatever.” Gerard’s mind was still thinking back to this conversation with Mikey. Why did Frank go there?
“Come on, there’s a really good pizza place a few blocks over,” Bert said, breaking up Gerard’s thoughts.
They turned the corner and walked the rest of the way in relative silence until Bert finally spoke up.
“That was pretty shitty of Frank though. He didn’t even say anything about it, he just did it. I’d be pretty pissed if I were you,” he commentated as he put his hands in his pockets and stared at the ground.
Gerard thought about it for a second and almost responding before realizing he had been thinking the exact same thing. He felt the bubbling of anger and sickness rising in his chest as he absentmindedly followed Bert as he turned the corner.
“Hey look, you’re on the cover,” Bert pointed out.
The headline ‘Iero Missing, Way Main Suspect As Fans Mourn’.
Another read ‘Iero Out Of Way: What Happened To Their Chemical Romance?’ That was the final straw. Not only had Frank selfishly left him, the media were painting Gerard out to be the villain.
“Come on,” Gerard said under his breath as he grabbed Bert’s arm, pulling him in the opposite direction. They headed towards the nearest dive bar that Gerard could remember. “I need a drink.”
Instead of trying to change the mind of the recovered alcoholic, Bert simply replied with, “Ok”.
It was dirty, dark and smelled like stale beer but it would do. It was almost 9 as they sat down on stools at the dark end of the bar. The bartender was a big bald guy with tattoos on both arms. He sauntered over after they had sat down.
“Two vodka cokes please,” Gerard asked. The bartender grunted in response.
“Like old times,” Bert said with a laugh.
After four reasonably strong vodka and cokes each, Gerard was starting to relax. He and Bert had more or less become friends again, which Gerard was slightly glad. He knew he was going to need friend.
“Just a sec, I need a piss,” Gerard said with a laugh as he got up and walked to the bathroom. After he finished, he washed his hands and was stood in front of the mirror in the dingy bathroom, when Bert came in.
“Gee, I have something for you.”
“Bert, I’m not going to fuck you,” Gerard said flatly.
“No, not that. This,” he said as he pulled a small bag.
Gerard didn’t even have to ask himself what it was. Cocaine.
“You can say ‘no’ if you don’t want it,” Bert said as he passed Gerard the bag.
“Fuck it,” he replied as he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. He slid out a paper business card and a credit card. He tipped some coke out on the credit card and formed two decent sized lines with the business card. Bert passed him the dollar he hed rolled up and Gerard quickly snorted both lines.
“Fuck man. Take it easy,” Bert said with a laugh before copying Gerard. “Dude let’s go to a club.”
“Cool man. Pay and we’ll go.”
Bert slipped a 50 dollar bill and slid it towards the bartender, who was sat on a stool doing nothing. “Keep the change,” Bert said as he followed Gerard out the door back onto the street. Gerard checked his phone as Bert led the way. 11:13. ‘Hmm, its still early,’ Gerard thought.

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