Just Look at All That Pain

Gerard could feel the bass pumping through the walls as they walked up passed the line of people waiting to get in.
“Hey Pete,” Bert called out to the bouncer.
“How you doing,” he replied with a smile as he lifted the rope and let them in.
The music was load and the dance floor was packed as they tried to weave their way to the bar. It was incredibly hot but at that point Gerard couldn’t give a shit. Eventually them made their way to the bar and found and empty gap. Bert squeezed in and Gerard stood close behind him. He stood there for a second; unable to hear anything except the loud repetitive techno music- It reminded him why he stayed out of these places. His thoughts were interrupted by someone on the opposite side of the room. His long fridge covered the side of his face but the scorpion tattoo on his neck was exactly the same. Gerard took a step toward him, when Bert nudged him while passing him another shot glass. Gerard looked down momentarily, but quickly returned his gaze, only to find the tattoo stranger gone.
‘Stop being stupid,’ he thought to himself as he took the shot and smiled at Bert, who had started talking to the blonde next to him at the bar. Slightly annoyed, Gerard wandered farther away from the bar, completely unknown to Bert. The full effect of the drugs and alcohol combination was starting to kick in and Gerard felt on top of the world.
“Holy shit! Aren’t you Gerard Way?”
Shocked, Gerard turned to see a pair of hipster-looking teenage boys.
“Yeah,” Gerard yelled back, with a smile.
“Dude I love your music. Can I buy you a drink,” the taller, and cuter, one of the two yelled back.
Gerard nodded and he waved bye to his friend, who faded back into the crowd. The two weaved their way back to the bar and found an empty space in the corner. Gerard ordered and passed a bottle to his new friend.
“I'm Jax by the way,” he said with a huge smile. They spent the next fifteen minutes talking about music and sipping on their beers. Jax went to the bathroom, which gave Gerard the opportunity to look for Bert quickly. He shot a quick glance over to the other side of the bar, only to find Bert making out with a drag queen by the look of things. ‘Well, at least he won’t expect me to kiss him,’ Gerard thought. He cheeked his phone quickly. 3:48 and 23 missed calls from Ray and Mikey.
Well fuck.
“What’s up,” Jax asked. “Let’s take some shots,” he added before Gerard could answer. He was still up for anything and anyway, not like he had anything to do.
After what felt like 20 different shots, the alcohol was starting to hit him hard.
“Gerard, you ok? You don’t look that go-“
Gerard fell into him before he could finish his sentence.
“Soorry baaabe,” Gerard slurred, wrapping his arms around Jax’s neck.
“Ok Gee. I think we need to get you home.” Jax practically carried him out of the club and onto the street. It was a lot quieter now, which let them sneak out almost unnoticed.

Notes

Sorry its been like a week. I've been super busy. Its my b-day on Friday and I'm starting a new job soon.. I've started the next chapter but its not finished so ill try and post it tomorrow but I need to get some sleep ..

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