My vision slowly started spinning after something like million cigarettes and definitely too many shots. I barely recognized the music playing anymore, like it was from some forgotten yet opened tab in my brain. Though everything seemed hilarious and I didn't really mind.

I took a hit from my cigarette, leaning back on one of these typical, half-couches in the bar, right next to the single tables. Wait, can tables be taken, like in relationship? Damn it, I don't think my brain is so willing to function. I bet it melted and is ready to pour through my ears already. Jesus, I'm so gonna suffer tomorrow morning. Or maybe today's? What time is it?

Anyway, I closed my eyes, exhaling and listening to another bizarre story told by someone in our group. I wonder if they seriously lived through it or are just talking for fun.

In the name of mine and Johnny's competition, I've decided that no one's won nor lost yet, but we're getting there. I can sense another round of shots.

I wasn't talking much, I just enjoyed the drunken haze and comforting not caring about the world around me.

I think the only two people not drinking at all here are Jerry and Jack. I understand them though, someone will definitely have to take care of the half-conscious folks. Yup, I'm counting in.

"My lovely El, look what a beautiful liquor I've got here." Johnny's voice reached my ears and I grinned instantly. Honestly, I love his voice. Sorry, random thoughts just roll into my head.

I wonder how thoughts are being created. Like, do they just go through your forehead inside, like ghosts go through walls?? Or do they bloom like flowers? Although flowers are always pretty, and I can't say that about thoughts.

"See? I still haven't given up yet!" I replied as coherently as I could.

"Guys, I think it's enough. Come on, we gotta go back to the hotel." Jerry started, placing his hand on Johnny's back.

I frowned, "Noo, we're in the middle of something!"

"Yes, and it's very important, savvy?" Johnny added in his Captain Jack Sparrow's voice, making me chuckle a little. Once he became drunk enough for it to show, he kinda started to act like him.

"It's almost morning, Johnny. You've got some interviews with the band later." Jerry didn't give up.

Alice and Joe sitting at the other side of the table hilariously agreed, nodding their head while petting their chins.

"Bollocks." Johnny said in response. "I guess we got to put this on hold, don't we? Let's say it's even for now."

"I don't know about that, Johnny. You were clearly losing." I pointed out.

We ended up leaving the bar maybe 10 minutes later, through the back door and to the parking lot to avoid any sort of unbearable people who have nothing to do with their lives except spying on others, means paparazzi.

We walked through the asphalt floor to the black SUV. Actually there were two, but the band and me all entered one. We had some silly conversations as we took another careful steps.

'We' because my arm rested around Johnny's torso, holding onto the material of his shirt, and I could see his left hand dandling from my shoulder with the corner of my eye.

"Every pirate has its treasure." Johnny answered one of my previous questions about the rebellious bandits, including the one he's played.

"Feels like I'm interviewing an actual pirate to be honest, but alright alright. What is the best treasure one can get?"

He thought a bit and soon replied, "Well, I'm sure every pirate dreams of the biggest treasure in human shape, which is a beautiful, wise and brave woman."

I laughed, though it might have some truth in it.

"I mean it! That's why I'm so lucky, because my treasure is right next to me."

I don't know if from the alcohol, but I could feel my face heat up. He is so sweet.

We finally got into the car and Johnny sat across from me. I noticed he pulled out a joint sheet, and, as I've expected, a bag with something green in it.

Not long after he lit it, he asked me If I'd like a hit. 'Fuck it, if it's a night out, then it's a night out to the limit.' I thought and took the joint from him.

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I severly mourned at the recollection of last night, holding my forearms over my face. The sharp pain in the middle of my forehead seemed to increase with every breath I took, even though it sounds ridiculous.

But I smiled anyway, remembering what Johnny said. I wonder if he actually meant it or it was just heat of the moment.

I sat up, squinting my eyes. Only now I noticed all the mess in my hotel room, clothes from last night thrown everywhere.

As I was on my way to grab the nearest water bottle, I saw a jacket hanging on the corner of tall, wooden thing at the head of the bed, kinda a backrest when you sit. I instantly knew who's it is after noticing the black-and-white Hollywood Vampires logo on the back.

Again? Unfortunately, I don't really recall what happened after I took a hit from the joint, but I can only guess Johnny gave it to me because it got cold. What is it, Doctor Strange's cape and I'm him? It just goes everywhere I do.

I will have to return it later, however now I need to make myself look even the smallest bit decent and clean up this mess.

But I'm gonna do that in approximately 5 minutes, first I'm gonna lay down for a second..

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As predictable as it was, I ended up falling asleep and it was about noon now. I got my shit together and I'm on my way to give Johnny his jacket back. I wonder if he has woken up yet.

I already have the special magnetic card you use to open a door, and so does Johnny to my room's door, just in case of emergencies.

I knocked first, but received no answer. I decided to use the card, hearing all the process of unlocking. I carefully pushed the door and walked in.

It was dead quiet here, the only present sound seemed to be street's noise, coming through the open window. I took a few more steps.

"Johnny-"

There he was, still laying in bed, the mess around similar to mine. His boots were thrown around and I recognized the shirt he wore yesterday. Right, the shirt.

The bed sheets only covered half of his back, because he laid on his stomach, and I could see, very clearly actually, his tattoos and bare, broad shoulders. Both of his hands rested under the pillow. He must've not heard me walking in as his eyes remained closed.

I caught myself staring a little too much, so I shook my head and quietly left the jacket on a table nearby. I stole one last look at the hair falling over his face and turned around, ready to leave.

"Hey,"

I suddenly heard the innocent morning voice and some moving behind me. I grinned instantly and of course I looked at him again. How can someone be so pleasant to look at?

"What happened?" he asked, cracking an eye open and lifting his head a bit.

I smiled, "Nothing. I'm just giving the jacket back."

"Oh." he replied, laying his head back down and closing his eyes. "Okay. Will you stay?"

I wish. "No, I'm actually heading for breakfast. Are you going with me?"

"I'm comfy here." he quietly sighed.

"Alright. Then I'm gonna make Jerry come up here and wake you up." I said, turning around and making my way towards the door.

"Nooo!" he whined. "He will just unscrupulously throw me off of the bed!"

"That's the point!"

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