( gif by hazzawckd < 3 )

words: 5740
playlist:  disorder — vitamjn
no hands — waka flocka
bossier city kidnap victims — $uicideboy$

outfit for visuals ^ the red pumps are white by the way !

I didn't think Atlantic City would be this crazy. I have seen my fair share of fan cams on the internet of popular bands performing in cities around the globe, but to witness it first hand–as if I shouldn't already be used to it by now–is complete and utterly terrifying. I think so far this is the best performance they have done since the tour started, which is probably biased seeing as the only reason I think so is because they all finally wore the clothes that me and the team put together at the very last minute.

Endless songs, endless stabbing of little needles and scissors nicking me on the tips of my fingers when each member of the band came rushing back for a wardrobe malfunction, became so exhausting I almost forgot that I agreed to go out tonight. The show was very long tonight, and I was starting to feel the effects of exhaustion wash over me. Today was a very packed day; with the dream of a creepy, spider Hobie, meeting Gwen and Pav, watching the band ride motorcycles and risk their lives, I was forced to come to this party tonight and to top it off, I am here and had to go up to the pool with them.

Before the curtain even closed, I was already halfway down with packing up my bags and sliding them towards one of the crew members to bring back to the hotel for me. I knew Gwen got some amazing shots of them tonight since she would sometimes run backstage for some water and show me quick little snippets of each member. She had a good eye, and Pav's lightning in the background tied the photos together; I had to remember to ask her if she could be my photographer for my new portfolio for a new season.

When I got into my dark, quiet room I packed up the remaining items that could easily just slip into my backpack that I had brought with me this time. I grabbed my phone and threw my bag over my shoulder, ready to be done for the night. The minute I stepped out the door I saw all of Spider-Band walking through to their dressing rooms which of course were in my general direction.

Ozzy smirked the minute he saw me, walking up and slinging an arm around my shoulders uninvitedly.

"You still comin' to the bar tonight sweet cheeks." His head rested on top of mine before I stepped to the side, forcing his limbs to fall off of me.

"I don't feel up to it any more." I shook my head, giving him a smile.

I look over Ozzy's shoulder and make a quick second eye contact with Hobie. The minute out met he turned away and went into his dressing room, shutting the door with force.

"And that's because...?"

"I'm tired." I say fake yawning, tapping my fingers on my lips.

"Then wake the fuck up." He persuades, smiling down at me.

"I don't want to get drugged."

He smiles, with evil. The comment must have made him hard all of a sudden, but I knew there was more behind his smile than my little comment.

"You know (Y/N), you might want to start getting along with all of us if you intend to stay on this tour, to make it easier for everyone." He says in almost a whisper, my spine chilling because I knew he had a meaner side, but I didn't expect a comment like that to come from him.

"I–I'm trying, you all are making it very difficult." I murmur in defense, knowing I was trying to get along with everyone and also not step on anyone's toes.

"But yet," He looked me up and down with a small shake of his head. "You still can't shake the thought of what you saw us do. So maybe if you get on our good sides..everything will be okay."

He spoke in a very calm, ominous voice that was tainted with manipulation. I was taken back by it, I expected comments like this from Opium or Hobie. Not him. Ozzy and I aren't buddies but he always did give off that lighter tone. But these words were making me think he was just as twisted as Hobie.

"Did you just fucking threaten me?" I snap.

He grins wider, nodding his head in approval at my quick come back to stand up for myself.

"I'll see you tonight, Fashion Killa." He steps around me, walking to his room where my back was turned to.

I shut my eyes in misery, feeling defeated yet again despite standing up for myself. I heard him shut the door, leaving me alone in the hallway with my backpack on my shoulder. I didn't feel any type of emotions bubbling up inside of me, just pure annoyance at this point. My life that I thought was hard was so much easier before this job. I have months and months to go, deadlines to meet that are coming up soon for Deja and June to review, but even now I'm not sure mentally I'll make it.

I managed to race out of the area, hailing a cab as soon as I stepped outside into the open. The journey from the cab to my room felt like ages, but when I finally got in there I started to cry from exhaustion.

I fell to my knees as I walked to the bathroom, throwing my head in my hands from how worn out I was from all of this. I can't say I didn't know being a stylist would be hard, that isn't why I'm so tired, it's the fact that the band I am working with are bad people. I thought I was getting on Ozzy's good side–maybe he is good at reeling people in to hurt them, I was misunderstood and assumed he was a good guy with bad influences. We joked a bit, even when I met him the first time at the apartment Karl lent me he wasn't this bad. The minute I don't do what he wants then it's game over and I'll get hurt, I can feel it.

And the same will go with Opium and Crass. They are just as bad, even if Crass doesn't say much; they always say the quietest ones are the worst. They don't own me, and I refuse to be paraded around like some doll for their amusement.

After twenty minutes of feeling bad about myself, I wiped my tears and stood back up, my free hand wrapping my hair up into a messy hairstyle. I walked further into the bathroom to splash cold water on my face, refusing to cry over them again. I knew I would again, but the thought right now helped me.

Turning the faucet off and walking back into my room, I remembered one of the stylists who works alongside me, Devyne, saying that we can take one outfit that hadn't been used that night for our own personal wardrobe. I took her comment and of course ran with it, digging through the bag that was brought back from the venue and placed in my room.

I pulled out the fabrics carefully, placing them on the bed neatly to not wrinkle them anymore than they kind of already were. I snapped a photo and shot the message off to all the group chats, even Shawn.

I pulled out a dark latex faux cocktail dress that cut off the middle of my thighs. I knew the leather material would drive me nuts tonight but at least if I get hot I knew my dress wouldn't rise up and it would stick to my thighs. I continued digging through my room for more clothes, pulling out a pair of white faux pumps that strapped at the top of my ankles. Of course I had a signature black jacket to top it off with my black choker, rings scattered around my fingers and earrings.

In frustration with the world, I ripped off the clothes I had on and did the quickest everything shower I could. Legs, pussy, armpits and a little on my arms. Jumping out, drying off and coating my body in oils and lotion to keep the oils on my body, I started to feel like myself again. Walking back out to my room, I squeezed myself into my clothes, sucking in just a bit to zip the dress up the back with a hanger. Once I got everything on, my edges laid and perfume on my chest, neck and the back of my legs I went into the bathroom to clean up my face some more, applying only mascara and a dark lip gloss that matched my colors.

I knew I looked good, I had the body and all the right curves in the right places.

My hair fell down my back, just barely covering my spine tattoo that I was surprised went unnoticed by the boys during their pool adventures. But I didn't care. Fuck them. I was angry and spiteful, deciding to go out like Ozzy wanted but on my own terms.

If he wants someone who listens to him, he better ask Ares or Ciera. I'll do what he says if that means I can get through this on their good terms. But if one more man from this group makes another snarky comment on what I witnessed and taunts me again, I'll go berserk.

I slid my phone into my chanel handbag, texting Ares if she was coming tonight which I got a response right away saying she was definitely coming. I read the clock seeing it took me an hour to get ready. I walked down the hallway towards her room, knocking on the door which was probably the worst idea ever since Ozzy opened the door with a sly smirk.

He was in a tight, white shirt and black jeans with a cigarette dangling out of his lips. His eyes narrowed me up and down, smirking.

"Well, look who's all dressed up." He murmurs.

"This isn't your room." I deadpanned.

"Fashion Killa got eyes I see." He remarks, stepping to the side to let me take in the view of Ares finishing up her makeup. I guess I never saw Ares with her arms and legs uncovered, because I didn't expect to see her body covered in all this ink.

"Karl did such a good job picking you as their stylist because you look hot as hell." She compliments me, leaning over to give a kiss on the cheek on both sides. "Ready to go?" She asks with her bag in hands, pushing it into Ozzy's chest as she pays him no mind.

"Yes, I need this." I replied honestly, and it was true. I didn't think the adrenaline would rush to me out of nowhere and since Ares was coming with, I felt a bit better I wouldn't be alone.

"Ciera is going to meet us there."

Ozzy slides in between the two of us, offering his arms for us to take which Ares gracefully takes with a smile on her lips, slipping her hand into her bag to take out her phone to scroll through her messages which would be left unanswered until tomorrow. "You're going to have fun tonight." She says leaning over the side a bit, giving me a grin.

"She already knows." Ozzy whispers into my ear as we wait for the elevator.

I tense up, staring straight ahead and now I knew why they could get away with everything; they had everyone wrapped around their fingers. "Hobie says they are already there, he said the place is packed. I guess it got leaked, you all would be there." Ares states with a shrug of her shoulders.

We both nod silently, I just hoped this night goes by quicker than expected. I can't let anything happen, but even now that I know Ares knows what would happen if I came to her and begged to let me go? Told her they are just manipulating her kind soul? I doubt anything would happen. So now my second option would be to have a bonding experience, a way to find a middle ground so I can get through my days without being so terrified of them.

We get down to the lobby where Ozzy proceeds to keep his arms looped with ours. He had a pleasant scent to him which was nice, but my mind started to wander because I remembered that scent lingering on Ares when I first met her.

We walked outside the cooler air, feeling the summer breeze in the night. We walked across the road, not even caring about the traffic that was coming at us. On the other side was the club overflowing with people in line. The smell of weed was filling the air around the bodies that awaited in tight clothes to get into the brick building. The minute our shoes hit the opposite sidewalks, some eyes started to follow our direction that landed on Ozzy who just kept his head down.

He walked us quicker right up to the font of the line as people started to bicker in our passing. I forgot that although he was a celebrity, he was also very handsome and persuasive. So even if the bouncer didn't know who he was, which he did, he could still get us inside without having to pay.

The bouncer opened the velvet rope for us without giving a second look to our IDs, he just kept his straight face and looked to the line of people to make sure they didn't get out of hand.

We walked into a dark hallway that was glowing red and blue LED lights, on the wall was a 3D alien that almost looked like it was glowing from the colors. The hallway led up to a set of stairs that brought us up to the higher platform which was only for VIP guests, the music was thumping below my feet even harder now that we were above the DJ. He pulled me closer to him and leaned down to my ear.

"You want a drink?" He asked as we stood at the top of the stairs, his arms no longer looped with mine or Ares, but he draped one arm around her shoulders as he flushed her against his chest. Strobe lights shined down as sweaty people swayed to music with drinks in their hands and zero worries. Chatter filled the room mixed with music, immediately I felt warm.

"Yeah." I say back.

He grabs my hand and Ares as he pulls us through the mass of bodies. We got to the second bar on the top platform near the end where the bar was, a little less people around. He brought me right to the counter with his hands resting on the counter of the bar, Ares protectively underneath him but he had a watchful eye on me as well. Some people sitting on the stools gave us a wave, smiling with their long glass bottles that had a little light at the bottom to make their drink glow. I gave them a look, then they gave me a knowing look back and then I was set I would be getting that.

I turned my head to Ozzy to point to the drink to let him know what I wanted, which didn't take long for my hands to be filled with one shot and the long glass. Me, Ares and Ozzy all took the shot with ease and I chased it with a quick swig of my other drink. When I went to say thank you, I didn't expect to see them kiss.

To each their own.

Before I went to turn away, Ares gripped my arm with a hand on Ozzy's chest as she giggled to his little kisses on her neck. "Hey! Make sure you don't wander off too far, we are going to group up with everyone and I don't want someone drugging you." She yelled over the music, making me nod as I took another long drink. "Try to find the boys, Ciera is with them. I'll let her know you are coming to find them."

I nodded once more, moving to the banister to rest my forearms on to glance down at the people infatuated with each other on the dance floor or near the graffitied wall. My eyes shifted to two people in the corner of the dance floor surrounded by the sea of people. They kissed and held onto each other to the point where I didn't know if they were strangers to each other or not. Then my eyes narrowed on the set of brown eyes staring back at me.

The brown eyes.

Hobie was leaning against the wall, multiple strobe lighting making him barely visible. His hands were resting on the ass of a girl in a short leather skirt and fishnet stockings. Her long nails were up the front of his shirt, sucking on his neck. She was in tall, stripper heels so it leveled her out to his neck.

He didn't break my gaze, how he knew I was there and in that specific direction made no sense. The club was by no means small, it was bigger than what the outside made it out to be. The dance floor put a good amount of distance between the upper floor and the lower floor, so he had to either be told where I was or he was just that good at where's waldo. I could just faintly see him smirk as the girl was stuck to him like glue. She arched her back, turning so her ass was pressed up against him from behind. His wet lips parted just slightly as he placed kisses up her shoulder, biting down to claim her as his own before his one hand slid from her ass to her waist, disappearing underneath her dress.

I quickly turned my head back, feeling like I was watching something I shouldn't be even though he kept eye contact with me like he was putting on a show.

"Here ya go, princess." Ozzy held up another shot glass in front of my face, without second guessing I took the drink and let out a sigh, looking for Ares.

"Relax, she went to piss with her friend she met ten minutes ago." He replied once he saw the worried look on my face.

"So.. You an–"

"Don't ask me and I promise to leave you alone for the night." He gives me an ultimatum, one I could never decline.

We cheered and both tossed back the bitter liquid. I swallowed it immediately chasing it with the last bit of my drink I didn't realize was done. Ozzy was one step ahead of me, replacing the glass with a new one. He placed a lime wedge in my opposite hand, the both of us shoving it in our mouths, nodding.

"Now that you have some alcohol in your system, go have fun." He directs, smiling as Ares appeared next to me with her arm looped in mine.

"That she will. Come on, Ciera found her friends from college that have a spot open for us."

We find the group Ciera is talking about, all with a tray of green tea shots and bottles of expensive ass liquor that is only something I would buy in my dreams. I get to know them all from their stories the drunker we get, all moving to the dance circle to let loose. Finally, Rico arrived a bit later after needing a quick nap, which I don't blame her. She gave us all hugs, not even bothering to go find the others.

I prayed the guys would forget about me and get so drunk they don't even remember I'm here.

I couldn't dance any longer, telling them I needed some water or they would have to carry me out of the club. I moved my way to the bar, this time staying on the lower level as I sat at the barstool with my head in my hands to calm down the small bit of spinning my head was doing. The music was blaring 'no hands' with different colored lights shining and bouncing with each bump of the bass. The club was probably the best one I have ever been to, Washington wasn't that cool in terms of club. But then again, I never went to clubs in Washington. The bar itself had a glowing red light around it, making it the most visible area on the lower floor. Every other wall around it was just covered in graffiti

"Can I get you something?" I looked up from my hands slowly, dragging my hands down my face to stop the spinning one last time, the bartender standing in front of me finally with a laugh, palms on the counter.

"A water. The best one you have." I say.

He had a nice smile and beautiful brown eyes that didn't have terror behind them. A black t-shirt hugged his built frame while a backwards cap kept his hair in place.

"The best water? You came to the right place, we have THE best water." He replies back, teasing.

"You just made my night even better." I lift my hands out in front of me, pretending to pray to God as I bring them back down to clasp around the cup of water.

After getting my water and waving him goodbye, I was approached by another person with the same attire on as the bartender behind me; his palms resting next to me as I side-eyed him. He was very attractive.

"Can I get you a drink?" He asks after a few moments of silence, leaning down to my ear so I could hear him better.

I raised an eyebrow with my hand lifting up my bottle of water before shaking my head, declining nicely. "I have water, besides, it looks as though you work here. Shouldn't you be working?" I lightly tease back, the alcohol hitting my veins.

He jumps behind the bar with a laugh, turning around to grab different bottles of liquor and pouring them into a glass until it was half full, filling the rest with ice cubes after shaking it up.

"Here." He puts the drink in front of me anyway, a lime wedge on the side of the glass.

"What is it?"

"It's a daiquiri. Please tell me you have had one before." He says with a hand on his chest, waving to the previous bartender I was just communicating with. "It's a club special."

I rolled my eyes before placing the rim of the glass to my lips to take a sip. I could see his eyes watching me from the other side of the rim, as if he wanted to see if I would like it or not.

"It's... actually really good." I nodded with a smile.

"I still got it in me." He smiles back, extending his hand out for me to shake. "I'm Darius by the way."

I swallow the rest of my drink and shake his hand back.

"(Y/N)." I politely say back.

"In all the years I have worked here, I tend to remember a lot of faces and yours I haven't. What brings you here?" He continues to converse me with small talk over the loud music, the majority of the people sliding past us to go to to the other end of the bar or upstairs to get a refill.

"I'm not from here. I'm a stylist touring with some people right now. It's our last day here."

"Oh wow, what group?"

"Spider-Band." I formed my lips into a line.

In the split second it took for me to catch his expression, I could see something dark shine over his eyes when I uttered the band's name. "I heard they were dicks." He says in a quieter voice, leaning in more, his eyes shifting back to being very nice.

"Unfortunately I can not agree or disagree, but I'm going to nod like I didn't hear what you said." I nod and widen my eyes, showing him I completely agree with his comment.

He gives a deep laugh that I managed to fully catch over the loud bass switching songs, his eyes shifting to my drink. "You finished the drink already." He takes the cup out of my hands, dumping the ice in the sink to get a new one.

"Oh wow, I didn't even realize it." I raised my eyebrows with a surprised look, time was going by faster than expected.

"Don't sweat it, I'll make you something else. I like to call it the Darius Cyclops." He turns his back to me again, filling up his special drink that actually peaks my interest. I made a note to tell Ozzy and Ares about it later on.

My eyes started to wander, going over to the crowd of people again. My timing was crazy because right as I looked in that direction I saw the girl get off of Hobie's lap in the private section as she adjusted her dress and underwear.

That is so fucking gross.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned my head back to Darius in front of me, handing me the drink that was blue.

"And here you go." He smiles.

Drinks and drinks later we continued to talk through the rest of the next hour. Ciera and Ares texted me periodically to make sure I was still alive, shooting them a picture of the bartenders back to let them know I was just at the bar sitting down. I was happy to get to talk to someone who wasn't scary in any way, but my mind was starting to drift as I fell deeper and deeper into intoxication. My reaction times started to slow down and I was very much needing to stop drinking. I noticed my words were slurring and I felt a void of tiredness slip over me like a dark cloud. I think he couldn't tell though.

During the time Darius left to take care of some customers who needed attention, I started to fan myself off thinking it would make me sober up.

"How drunk did you get?" I felt a broad body pressed to my back, a raspy voice in my ear over the music.

My stomach flexed, I was nowhere near sober enough to talk to him nor did I have the energy to talk to him. I rolled my eyes with my back to him, already feeling on edge from my body starting to act differently.

"Don't roll your eyes." He says anyway like he had a sixth sense. I did just that.

I lifted my eyes up and saw how the bar shelves across from us that held all the liquor had a mirror behind it, meaning he could see my face clearly. He was standing hunched over behind me to meet my ear level, keeping his eyes on mine through the distant mirror.

"Where is that girl who was stuck to you like glue?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Got bored." He answered in a cocky tone. "She did what she needed to do."

"Fantastic." I shake my head, keeping my eyes on him the best I could; but it was hard to do when the world around me was just spinning.

"Are you jealous, baby?" He whispered closer to my ear. I could feel his hot breath linger on the side of my neck.

"Nah."

"Cause if I'm being honest, I wished it was you instead." His hands were gripping the counter on each side of my body. "Second time is always better in my opinion." He whispers.

He smelled of alcohol and cologne, and a little bit of perfume remanence; but that perfume was of Ciera's which I'm guessing was to mask the smell of whatever the girl had on. The side of his face was half covered by my hair which shot an unwanted chill down my spine, his chest pressed to my back still.

"Oh? Someone gettin' eager thinking about that?" He encouraged, his lips brushing against the top of my ear when he spoke, the chill making me shiver in real time, his tone deep and quiet with a tease.

"No. I would never touch you with a ten foot pole." I tried to contain how cloudly my mind was becoming, but it was becoming a challenge since my head started to fall forward.

He reached out to my closed knees, spinning me around so I was trapped in between his musclar arms and I placed a hand on his chest to steady myself from the quick second spin.

"You know eventually, you and I, it'll happen." He whispered down at me, eyes scanning my features. I didn't even notice the smallest bit of worry in his eyes, it was masked with anger as always.

"Is there a problem?" A familiar voice asked from behind us, making my eyes shut.

"Was I talkin' to ya?" Hobie boldly asks, my eyes opening to face his chest and then look up to his face with a clenched jaw and a spark in his eyes.

"(Y/N), who even is this guy?" Darius asks from behind me.

I turn around to shake my hands at him, giving him a pleading look to please not say anymore.

"Yes, yes, he's my boss! Don't worry I'm fine." I said in the sale of his safety. I was scared for Darius, even though he had about a foot extra and more muscle on his body than Hobie did.

"Let's go." Hobie defensively says, gripping my wrist to yank me out of my seat.

"She doesn't need to go anywhere with you." Darius sticks up for me, I appreciate it but I was scared for him.

"I promise, love. I'm fine." I say wholeheartedly, as Hobie pulls us away before I could hear his response.

Hobie and his strong grip leads me through the crowd of people and down a hallway that was in the direction of the bathrooms and the back exit. I stumbled on my steps a bit as he pulled me, the alcohol was the one thing making my senses go haywire right now. Everywhere I looked, the world was moving in a different direction than the previous one. He gets us to the back exit, pushing open the back door so we were in the cold air.

"What are you doing?" I gasp out from the cold air hitting my face, wrapping my arms around my body tightly. "I don't want you to hurt him."

"Why? You scared I'll embarrass your soon to be booty call?" He said in humor. "You gonna let a bartender take your virginity?"

I drop my jaw in response to invasive words. "I'm not a virgin for your information."

He grins, cocking his head to the side. He has me right where he wants me.

"Then what's stopping you for admitting you want me?" He asks, holding one hand on the top of my head to keep me upright from falling over, but it just pissed me off even more.

So I slapped his face.

Hard.

I did it out of anger from everything he put me through being on this tour so far, the lies and torture, the words and selfish behavior. I was angry, I felt used and embarrassed by everything he put me through and the sting on my hand felt just a bit better to inflict some sort of pain on him that he did to me.

He stood frozen with his head to the side, his cheek just barely igniting a small pink color from the harsh impact. I told myself I needed to feel fear, but nothing felt more good in this moment than seeing him get caught off guard by what I did.

"You're lucky I don't hit women." He murmurs, turning his head back to face me with his hand gripping my hair to yank me closer to him. "But I do kill them, and you betta watch how you keep playin' with me."

My mind was racing, causing me to become more and more dizzier than normal. Something was wrong, it wasn't Hobie that was causing me this; it was something different.

"Y'know, I was being nice coming over to you. Watching you talk up a storm to someone that works alongside ... a particular individual I know. Someone I hate with all my life, but I didn't want to get in the middle of it." He starts off, tilting my head up with a harsh grip on my chin. "Because I saw your bartender boyfriend slip a pill in your drink and you were just too in love to even notice."

I froze in my spots, blinking back tears from a side effect of the pill starting to come into a realization. "W—what?"

He nodded with a thin line of his lips.

"And you drank it up without even realizing it. So tell me, are you starting to really feel the effect of it right now? Lightheaded? Can you see straight, baby?" He starts to point out the side effects that makes then stronger.

"Are you going to kill me now that I can't even fight it?" I question, a breathy laugh leaving my lips as I held onto the wall from stumbling over to it. "Maybe you could make it look like an accident. That's what you want, right?"

"There's a lot of things I want; but I don't take advantage of women. So." He states the obvious, but pauses when he holds out a finger to me. "But I love to inflict terror into them. You have two minutes before you pass out, thirty seconds is all I need to get you on a fast chase."

I held my breath, my body already ready to take off running away from him without needing a second demand.

"Clocks ticking."