Song Suggestion:  Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand  &  DRUGS - DREAMERS

Methylenedioxymethamphetamine
(n.) shorted to MDMA and commonly known as ecstasy, is a psychoactive drug used primarily as a recreational drug. Desired effects include increased empathy, euphoria, and heightened sensations

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Akaashi stretched, yawning loudly, before banging on the door. "Oy, Shoyo! You better have saved me some, you bastard." He called, crossing his arms waiting for the door open. He heard a booming laugh, and faint arguing, and a deep voice rumbled, quieting the other. A few moments later, Tsukishima opened the door with a scowl. For a moment, Akaashi panicked. If Tsukki was there, and what sounded like Bokuto, Kuroo was bound to be there.

He glanced between Tsukki and the door, not seeing any sign of Kuroo at all.

"Good morning, Keiji-san." He grumbled, and before he could step aside, Akaashi beamed, reaching up to pet Tsukki's hair.

"Ohayo, Kei, I told you, drop the honorifics shit." His white teeth were radiant in his broad smile, and with each pat, Tsukki's head cringed down and his expression became more and more sour. "We've known each other forever, and I know so many weird intimate details about you it's like we've had sex before." Akaashi joked, pushing past Tsukki.

"God, I liked you better when you didn't like me." He huffed, following Akaashi into the dining room.

"AHGKAAAASHI!" Bokuto turned, spraying a mouthful of crumbs from his muffin, his cheeks big like a chipmunk. Hinata laughed hysterically, choking on his food, and Kenma patted his back eyeing him with concern. Yamaguchi's face twisted in distaste, putting an arm around his incredibly full plate.

"Cough on my food, I dare you morons." He hissed. "God, you two are gonna hack all over everything."

"But- That was so-" Hinata's fit of laughter spread to Bokuto, who laughed as well.

"I swear, you're so annoying." Tsukishima fell into his seat lazily, taking a sip from his apple juice.

"You hate it when I talk, you hate when I breathe... You're insatiable."

"It's good in bed though," Yamaguchi shrugged, taking a bite of eggs and ketchup.

Hinata gagged, and Akaashi grimaced, taking a seat between a blushing Tsukki and Bokuto, who smacked his hand on the table as he cracked up.

"I don't know which I'm more grossed out by, the fact that you said that or the fact that you're eating eggs covered in ketchup." Akaashi shook his head, and Yamaguchi stuck out his tongue.

"Well, we saved food for you though," Hinata said, a proud smile lighting up his face.

"I see that," Akaashi nodded, laughing lightly. "It's like a fucking four-course meal for breakfast."

"It's killing my wallet," Bokuto sighed looking into his empty leather coin purse.

"Well, then Bokuto, I'll make sure I appreciate every bite," Akaashi said softly, bowing his head. Bokuto beamed, and Akaashi sighed at how easy it was to make him happy. Tsukishima rolled his eyes and picked up his fork.

"Let's hurry up and eat, so we can get to the club to set up and do a soundcheck."

Hinata nodded vigorously, exclaiming "Itadakimasu!"

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"Ne, is Makki-chan gonna make it tonight?" Oikawa whined, sprawled in the leather love seat in front of the vacant stage. He shoved his hand into a bag of chips on his lap, the crinkling noises spreading through the empty club.

"Nope, they're absolutely booked tonight." Kuroo sighed. "Stuff like owning the club and playing at the club look like fun and games until you're fucking swamped and have no breathing room and don't sleep except when you should be eating."

"Or you're eating when you should be sleeping." Oikawa laughed, raising his snacks up like a glass.

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At first, the club sat empty. Every step echoed, and anxiety seeped into Akaashi's sweet little heart as he walked through the entrance corridor. As the night edged on, he simultaneously felt relief and more discomfort as the crowd about them grew exponentially as time went on. Soon, hundreds of people waited once more for Irusu to make an appearance.

"Why are you such a stress monkey?" Yamaguchi whined, grabbing his hand, tugging Akaashi off the arm of the couch towards him and cuddled him. "You should be a dance monkey."

"Yamaguchi you say the weirdest shit relating to animals." Akaashi rolled his eyes. "First killing cats, now stressing out monkeys?"

Hinata quirked an eyebrow giggled. "I didn't hear a blatant denial though. Honestly, Keij, you should take something tonight with us," Hinata winked, smirking. He adjusted his flower crown on his head, and then rummaged through his pockets.

"Shouyo, you are already smoked enough to sedate an elephant," Akaashi said, and Yams cackled. "Fuck's sake, Yams, you're rubbing off on me."

Hinata swayed to the beat of the music, the bass thrumming deep into their hearts. Yamaguchi pressed his lips together, his eyes half-lidded as he languidly laid his head against Akaashi's shoulder. Hinata made a noise of vague annoyance as his hands switched pockets. Melting a little more into the velvet cushions of the VIP couch, Akaashi hummed. He knew they'd be intoxicated or high, but he didn't expect the mention of drugs other than weed or Xanax. He didn't necessarily trust any of their dealers. The two were a bit infamous for just getting it quick and easy from anyone willing to sell.

Akaashi was not one to let his inhibitions slip from his fingers in clubs or raves, what with having to watch over his three little idiotic crows when all their lovers were away. "Aha!" Hinata sat up straight, cupping in his hand something small that Akaashi didn't quite see yet. "Found it."

"What are you two even on?" Akaashi laughed, sipping from his glass of beer. Hinata stood, wobbling a tad bit to the side, and walked in front of Akaashi. He crawled into his lap, straddling him with his knees on either side. The hole in his fishnet leggings on the top of his thigh tore a bit, and his giant nirvana t-shirt rode up. Akaashi shook his head at the promiscuity of his friends when they were under the influence. "Please tell me you're at least wearing underwear."

"Shush, Keiji, my love, baby—" He brought his hands together, lifting his blazing eyes. Yamaguchi looked up expectantly, his lips spreading into a lazy smile.

"Sweetheart, cutie-pie, sugar-muffin—" Yamaguchi chimed.

"Get on with it."

"Stud-muffin*," Hinata revealed the pink little pill, with a happy face carved into it. "This cute little thing is what we're on."

Akaashi eyed them dubiously, before lifting Hinata from his lap and placing him on the couch, careful to keep him covered and not accidentally flash everyone. He cried out, and fumbled around as he dropped the pill on the cushion. "Not cool Keiji, not cool!"

"Where's Hitoka? Shimizu?" He asked, looking around and searching the crowd of heads.

"They're dancing," Yamaguchi said, and he rolled onto his back lethargically.

Akaashi huffed, crossing his arms. "I can't believe you took ecstasy."

"Kuroo gave it to me," Hinata pouted. Akaashi's anger flared up, his feathers ruffling and he spun around. Hinata backtracked as fast as he could. "With the permission of Tsukki-chan and Kozu."

"You're all idiots." Akaashi huffed, running his fingers through his hair. Hinata and Yamaguchi stared up at him, all doe-eyed and full of expectations. They knew he would give in. He deflated. "Did Hitoka take it too?"

"Even Shimizu took it," Yamaguchi sang, and Hinata nodded vigorously.

He sighed and held out his hand. "Gah, whatever. Since you've 'buttered me up' with all those names. Just give it to me." He grumbled in aggravation, and Yamaguchi jumped up. Hinata threw his hands up in the air, crying out as he nearly toppled over the side.

"Popped a molly, now I'm sweatin'," Shouyo screamed, wrapping his arms around Akaashi. 

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Even being high six ways from Sunday, it still took an immense amount of goading between Yams and Hinata to even get close to being able to get Akaashi to do something crazy at first. He always had solid morals, and never let himself completely go while messed up. MDMA, commonly known as the hug drug or ecstasy, hadn't quite hit Akaashi yet. He sat on the couch between Yamaguchi and Hinata, who nuzzled against him and felt him up constantly. He just listened to the music as the stimulant ate away as his resolve. It had been quite a while, and he just assumed he either was feeling it and MDMA affected him differently, or he just wouldn't feel anything and they were fucked up before getting ripped off.

He didn't take into account that he'd absolutely lose his shit soon.

His head began to feel fuzzy, and he became giggly. He dragged his fingers down his throat, the warmth spreading to his chest cavity and branching out. He tilted his head back, staring up at the lights above him. The walls were black, painted with glow in the dark lines of all colors. It looked like he was in a spaceship going light speed.

Yamaguchi and Hinata shared a small look, grinning maniacally, as they each grabbed one of his hands. "Let's go dance," Yamaguchi licked his lips.

"But, Irusu, they're about to come on—" Akaashi protested, planting his feet. But Hinata tugged as well.

"Please, Keiji, we'll find you a pretty man to kiss," Hinata teased, wiggling his hips.

Akaashi protested, his words mostly unheard. "But I'm dating Teru."

"Tongue-ring boy--is that tongue ring yummy as it looks?" Yams said, losing his train of thought quickly. 

"I told KenKo to get a tongue ring," Hinata said in a daze.

"What'd he say?" 

"No," Hinata drooped and Yamaguchi sucked his teeth.

"Tsk, damn shame. But what isn't a shame is that Teru hasn't wifed you up, Big Daddy," Yama said, eyes narrowed in a promiscuous expression. "You've only been on three dates and you're not exclusive, and you're barely interested."

Akaashi shot him a look, before reluctantly letting them drag him into the crowd. They crouched under the velvet ropes, waving to Alisa and Yaku as they pushed deeper into the sea of writhing bodies. Everyone that night was on something. They danced, sweat dripping, body to body, chest to chest. Akaashi held his Hinata's hand tightly as they shifted up to the front. Yamaguchi yelled something about being able to see better and something about a really pretty boy. Akaashi didn't want to all the much, but for some reason, he didn't care at the same time. Soon they were a few layers away from the stage, and he could see Kuroo clearly.

He thought about how his hair used to feel in his fingers.

The infatuation shifted over to an anonymous boy with familiar eyes. They were big and sweet blue, and he ground against a cute girl. Akaashi suddenly couldn't get over the fact that absolutely everyone in his vicinity was actually beautiful, but he didn't know whether or not it was because of his altered state. He danced, his eyes shifting between Kuroo's lips, the moved as if he sang along to a tune in his car as his fingers worked at the guitar strings and incidentally his heartstrings.

He had to tear his eyes away. An old yet very present love for a traveling alcoholic would do him no good. They never even dated.

Akaashi made eye contact with the man with raven hair. It glinted almost blue in the light, and they moved towards one another as if they were magnets. Yamaguchi nodded approvingly as he let his hand go.

The man reached out to him, a hand snaking around his waist and pressing his hips against him. "Akaashi Keiji," He laughed, shaking his head as they pressed their foreheads together. "You might not remember me, but I'm the one who spilled his lunch tray all over you at the training camp in your third year."

Akaashi giggled. "No, I remember your cute little face. Chigaya-kun, middle blocker from Shinzen High."

Their words ended there, as their lips met hesitantly. They both found themselves adrift in the music, with their hands roaming. They ground their hips together, Akaashi's hands held tightly to his shirt as they all but fornicated on the floor. "Hah," Akaashi moaned a bit as Chigaya gripped his hips, possibly leaving little crescents of possession from his nails. "You blush so nicely still." Their lips crashed together as Akaashi ran his fingertips along his cheekbones.

"As do you, Akaashi-san."

Pretty soon, the song ended, and another passed, and finally, Akaashi gave him a departing kiss and wandered the crowd in search of his friends.

"Delirium is the serum to sanity
Take it slow and just speak quietly.
Starting to realize it doesn't work, honestly,
And honesty is a commodity to getting our way.
I ran fast but you spotted me, I didn't know what to say.
Speaking is a vague form of communication when we lie.
Speaking is something we do until we die."

Kuroo's voice played over the speakers, but to Akaashi it began to sound far away as smoke blew into his face, and someone shoved a drink in his hand, and someone grabbed his ass without permission. He didn't know what to do, so he looked up to the ceiling. He saw the stage lights and remembered the particular swirl above the VIP sitting space by the stage.

Kenma began the verse of the song.

"I watched the paintings dance upon the wall,
I want to hold them in my hand and
watch the London Bridges fall,
Cascading bricks into never-never land.

Little aliens kissed my skin,
Leaving marks of roses and daffodils,
Yet they were small as pins
And flew from me out the windowsills.

I watched the universe be reborn,
Swirling stars a whirlpool above.
I couldn't help but truly mourn
The pure and dead white dove."

He could hear his voice coming closer as if the blacklight painting on the ceilings was the North Star guiding him home, and it switched back to the chorus. Kuroo's voice pounded through his ears, resonating in his heart. Then, his voice switched to that of Oikawa, who sung the verse with a small drunken giggle at the end.

"Geometric forms informed me,
Mandalas writing stories of ink,
But it was a language I couldn't read,
Yet it was one I could think.

One may think I've lost my mind,
But really I'm not mad.
I'm simply endless wit,
And that's truly not so bad."

He could see the VIP ropes through the shifting bodies, but only small glimpses only to be swallowed up once more by the pulsating crowd. Kuroo's voice drove him closer and closer to the velvet ropes, he could hear him as he got closer to the end of the stage where he stood and where the lounge was.

"Delirium is serum to sanity
Take it slow and just speak quietly.
Starting to realize it doesn't work, honestly,
And honesty is a commodity to getting our way.
I ran fast but you spotted me, I didn't know what to say.
Speaking is a vague form of communication when we lie.
Speaking is something we do until we die."

He propped himself up on a small pole after nearly knocking it over. Bokuto looked up, startled by his sudden appearance. Yaku leaned forward from between Alisa and Lev, standing slowly.

"Uh, you look a little green." Saeko frowned, coming from behind.

"Get me water, and a few cocktails would be nice too," Akaashi grumbled, stepping over the ropes, careful not to topple over.

He could hear Yamaguchi and Hinata cackling from the couch. He sent them a look of daggers, swearing in his head that he would strangle them for this.