Erica & Mike couldn't hold back their laughter, watching Sean as he did a Down syndrome version of Bob Dylan.

"Daaaaahh answer maaaaah FRIEND!" Sean paused, chugging on his bottle of tequila.  He suddenly twitched out, his hand bumping up against his chest.  "IS-BLOWINNNN-IN-DAAAAAH!  WIND!"  He reached over to try to grab Layne, who was currently in the middle of doing a few lines of crushed up Xanax.  His muscular body thumped down on the ground, Mike's poor acoustic bashing against the wall.

Mike jolted up, grabbing his guitar before Sean could get it.  "AYE, what the fuck, man?!"

Sean started cracking up in hysterical laughter, his long dark hair knotted & covering his beat-red drunken face.  "DA ANSWAAAAH TIZ BLOWIN IN DA WIND!!!!"

Layne shook his head, a grin smeared across his stoned face as he shared a look with Mike.  "I told you it'd be a bad idea to let his hammered ass play on your alverez, dude."

Suddenly, the door to the bathroom in Erica & Mike's living room swung open.  A drunk & stoned Nicky came stumbling out.  Her scrawny body came plummeting on the ground next to Sean.  She couldn't help but to choke back giggles when Sean grabbed her, holding her tight so she couldn't escape.

"SHE'S MINE NOW!" Sean shrieked, winking over at Layne.  "You're gonna have to find another schmexy betch to fondle."

Layne shot up from the seat next to the coffee table, jumping ontop of him.  "If you take her, you're gonna have to take me, too!"

"Ohhhhh, motherfucking THREESOME, man!" Mike barked, giggling.  He pushed Erica onto the floor next to the three twisted idiots.  "Lezzzzz make it a five-some...."

"HELL FUCKING NO!" Nicky shrieked, grabbing layne's hand when she got the chance & falling ontop of him on the couch.  She kissed him ferociously, beaming back up at the rest of them.  "Layne's aaaaall mine..."

Layne smiled up at her, yanking out a cigarette from his pack in his leather jacket pocket.  He eyed her as he watched her flick her lighter on it, teasingly biting at his neck.  "Heeey, you're gonna give me hickey's, you crazy woman..." He grumbled, smirking.

"Yaaaah, Nicky, he's got a VERY important job interview to attend tomorrow," Sean yelled, laughing when Nicky rolled those huge red eyes.  He forced his drunken self back up off the carpet, falling back into the recliner & grabbing Mike's guitar again.  Mike didn't even seem to care, sucking face with Erica.  "Feels FANTASTIC, being the fifth wheel..." He blurted sarcastically.

Erica tore her face away from Mike.  "Then take my goddamn advice and go back out with Mike's sister."

"FUUUUCK THAT!" Sean shouted.  He raised an amused brow when he caught a dirty look from Mike.  "Sorry, man, but your sister is a raging bitch!"

Layne snorted back a laugh as he watched Mike's face burn with anger.  He shrugged, wrapping his skinny arms around Nicky.  "Sorry, Mike...  But FUCK, the truth is brutal."

Nicky chuckled, sucking on her bottle of grey goose vodka.  "Is she really?"

Layne's eyes widened when they rolled back to look at her.  "There's a reason why you haven't met her yet..."

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Layne!" Mike growled, taking erica's hand to stand back up.  He plopped down on the couch next to Nicky, dipping his finger into the blue powder on the coffee table & rubbing his gums.  "Like your sister is any better."

Layne nodded, laughing.  "That's why Nicky hasn't met her also."

"How is Mike's sis a bitch, though?" Nicky pressed, eyes back on Sean.  He was strumming a few random chords on the guitar.

"She's really fucking controlling," he muttered.  He narrowed his eyes at Mike when he burst out in laughter.

"You only say that 'cause she wanted you to slow the heck down on drinking."

Both the couples broke down in laughter when Sean yanked his bottle of tequila out of Mike's hand.  "At least I don't eat fucking Valium and Xanax likes its candy," he slurred, taking a giant swig from the bottle.

"At least I get laid every day."

"OH!  MAN!  Fucking burn," Layne shrieked, giggling lightly as he took a drag off his smoke.  He turned to give Nicky the rest of his smoke.  His brows curled in a mixture of concern & pity when he noticed her face had turned a pale green.  "You okay, babe?"

Nicky grabbed her stomach, stumbling back into the restroom.  She didn't even shut the door behind her, causing everyone else to exchange worried looks when they heard her puking.

Layne got back up from the couch & tapped into the restroom.  He shut the door behind him, quickly grabbing Nicky's now shoulder-length black hair & holding it away from her face so none of her vomit could splash up in it.  "I told you it was a bad idea to do benzos with booze, sweetie," he muttered calmly.  He rubbed her back as she choked back coughs.

"Yeah, I kinda over did it..." she squeaked.  A pale trembling hand reached over to the sink, turning the tap on so she could rinse out her mouth & wash her hands.

"Wanna head back home?" He asked.  He bent over & flushed the toilet, grimacing at the yellow substance in the toilet.  "You should eat something, babe...  Let's head home."

She grumbled & rolled her eyes.  Sighing, she nodded her head when she turned to see that look Layne always seemed to give her.  "Yeah, I guess...  Damnit, I was having fun for once..."

Layne shrugged, grinning at her as he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist.  "We could always have more fun when we get back home," he hinted.  He wetted his lips & kissed her along her jaw line.  "...could give each other a good old-fashioned fucking...then I could cook you some of my world-famous buffalo wings--"

"Dear LORD, the calories in those things though..."

Layne rolled his eyes, spinning her around to glare back in the mirror.  He lifted her shirt, making her giggle and try to squirm away.  "No no no, look at yourself," he grumbled.  She sighed & allowed him to lift her shirt, his hands running down along the ridges of her rib cage.  "Look at yourself, babe," he whined, watching her eye herself.  "You still need to gain 20 or more pounds...you're still skinny as fuck."

She tugged her shirt back down.  "I weigh 95, I don't need to gain that much."

He rolled his eyes, "you should..."

"I don't want to be as fat as I was when I left you."

"You were NOT fat when you weighed 120, are you serious right now?!" He shrieked, turning her back around so she could face him.  "You looked hot as fuck back then."

"Fine.  I'll eat your stupid chicken wings."

Layne laughed, squeezing her hand.  "You make it out like I'm torturing you.  It's fucking food for christ's sake!"

Nicky bit her lip & nodded to the door, pushing it open.  She sighed when she looked up to see Sean towering over her, that worried look still twisting his face.  "You okay...?  You didn't...uh...make yourself, did you--"

"OH MY GOD LAYNE!" Nicky shouted, glaring back at her man.  "You DIDNT!!!"

"I'm worried about you..."

Nicky let out an irritated groan, tapping over to the coffee table to quickly rub more Xanax into her gums & grab her purse.  She glared back over at Layne.  "I'll be waiting outside," she snapped, stomping out the door.

Mike raised his brows, glaring over at him.  "I told you it wasn't smart to tell Sean...he always fucks up shit like that."

Sean groaned, sitting back down in the recliner.  "Fucking shit, man, why are you always right..."  He smiled when he heard Erica giggling at him.

Layne rolled his eyes.  "Fuck..."

Erica got up, yanking out a tiny bag of crystal-ish-pink powder & setting it in Layne's hand.  "Molly ALWAYS vegged me out after getting pissed off...just sayin--"

"ERICA!  I thought we were gonna--"

She shushed Mike up, laughing again.  "Don't worry, we have more in the...bedroom..."

"Goddamnit, I really do need another BALLLL N CHAAAIN!" Sean whined.  He grinned over at Layne when he heard him bust out laughing.

"I keep telling you, Sean..." Erica stammered, winking at him.

He sighed, swiping his hair out of his face & playing with his nose ring.  He tilted his head, an imaginary light bulb shining above him.  "Do you happen to have a twin sister, Erica?"

Layne shook his head, pocketing the drugs & turning to open the door.  "ALRIGHT!  I'm not going to watch this awkward scenario pan out..."

Erica broke down in tears laughing.  She shook her head at Mike, who had rage written all over his face.

"Peace out, Layne," Sean muttered.  He raised his brow at Erica.  "So?  Twin sister?  Yes?  No?"

"Fucking NO Sean, seriously?!" Mike shrieked.

Layne laughed as he slunk out the door.  His mood suddenly faltered when he saw his pissed off girlfriend leaning up against his Harley Davidson.  He scratched at his brow as he watched her snap on her helmet.  "You look ready as ever to head back..."

She rolled his eyes at him.  "Well, it's nice to know that you let all your friends in on my little secret."

Layne jumped on his motorcycle & patted her hand that was resting against his belly.  "They weren't really all that surprised when I told them you have anorexia..." He muttered, his motorcycle grumbling loudly as he turned the key in the ignition.

"I'm still not fucking cool with it," she shouted.  Her head began to spin as she watched the trees & houses swipe past her.  She squeezed her eyes shut.  "Really fucking dumb idea..."

"What?!  Them knowing you're anorexic or the fact that you decided to mix alcohol with benzodiazepines?!"

She grunted in irritation, squeezing him tighter.

"HEY!  You're gonna make me ralph all over the damn place!"  Layne shrieked.

Nicky laughed.  "So, what was a dumb idea?!"

"Fuck, never mind!  If you're gonna be like that!"  He smirked as he heard her cute little laugh.  No matter how she was acting, that laugh always brightened the mood.  "You're so fuckin cute, you know that?!"

"Yeah, would be sad if I gained another 20 pounds!"

"Aaaand now the mood has been ruined..." He muttered.

"What?!"

Layne grumbled, twisting the key to his motorcycle off when they got up to the house driveway.  "Nothing," he said, his brows raised as he took Nicky's helmet off for her.  He giggled at her helmet hair, smoothing it out & taking her hand.

"Geesh, you haven't acted this excited since the day we escaped rehab with Alex--"

"SHHHH!" Layne shushed, his eyes wandering around the rooms of the house as they ran towards the stairs.  "I don't want Jer to know what we did..."

"Erica already knows," she whispered back.

Layne smacked his forehead, falling down on the mattress on their bedroom.  "And you're mad at me for telling my friends, who care about you might I add, that you suffer from a really really BAD eating disorder?!"

She shrugged, biting back a smile.  "I learned hypocrisy from the best."

Layne smirked, tugging the bag of ecstasy out of his pocket & slamming it on their night stand.  He laughed as he watched his fellow junkie girlfriend shriek with excitement.

"I haven't fucked on this shit in a minute!!!" She blubbered, a gigantic smile creased on her scrawny face.

Layne kissed her softly.  "Erica gave me this when you made you're dramatic exit."  He opened up the bag, winking at her.  "You'd be a bad ass actress, you know that?"

"Not if I weighed 120 pounds," she growled, face twisted in disgust.

Layne rolled his eyes as he got out a card from his wallet & made 2 huge lines.  He yanked the straw out of Nicky's hand & snorted it up, falling onto his back.  He watched her with curiosity as she did her line, sniffling cutely as she smiled back at him.  His eyes suddenly widened when they landed on her nose, making him run into the restroom & hand her a towel.

"...what's up?" She asked, glaring at the rag.

"Your nose is bleeding..."

"Oh shit," she mumbled.  She covered her nose with it, grimacing when she pulled it away to see the blood.  "I think we're doing a bit TOO MUCH shit with Mike and Erica..."

Layne shrugged.  "Fuck it."

She gave him a pointed look.  "Isn't this considered relapsing?"

Layne smirked.  "Socially acceptable relapsing."

Nicky rolled her bright turquoise eyes.  "Oh, so since we're not banging shit, we're okay...?"

"Eh.  Not doing H.  Not doing meth..."

"...but we're doing blow and x and acid..." She murmured.

Layne sighed.  "Please don't be a buzz killer.  I need this."

She lit a cigarette, slowly tugging the towel away from her face.  She sighed with relief when she realized her nose finally stopped bleeding.  "We're still considered junkies...  We're not sober."

Layne groaned, sitting up on the bed.  He swiped her hair out of her face & pressed his lips against her forehead.  "Let's talk about this tomorrow..."

She sighed.  "You say that every fucking night..."

"I mean it this time..."