-Basically the prelude-
The road was dark heading out towards the estate where after leaving the bar Johnny had told Luke and Dallas he'd meet them. Continue the party right? And frankly as he and Serena had made it out to the truck he was definitely still acting his normal self enough to get away with climbing into the drivers seat. He'd done a line right before and it had been a enough to make him at least feel sober enough to drive. Though what he hadn't counted on was something being put in his drink, or Serena's. Now out on the road he was starting to feel, woozy, weird, and even Serena had gone a little less talkative.
Shaking his head a bit to try and fight it off he moved to reach for a cigarette from the middle console when… the steering wheel had slowly began to shift to the left. Eye's darting up fast he only just noticed they were swerving in time for the oncoming car to honk loudly. Lights damn near blinding in his face before they impacted and all to fast his head was slamming into the steering wheel then the airbags shot out hard enough to completely knock the wind out of him leaving him fairly in shock as he slowly fought to come to blinking.
He couldn't see much, his entire vision was blurry and only one cars lights slightly flickered on and off. Silence also coming from the other vehicle that granted was in MUCH worse shape with the driver handing through the windshield covered in blood.
However his senses certainly weren't with him because about two minutes had passed and a single old Chevy was slowly pulling up, slowing just behind them so it's headlights illuminated the crash before a rather normal looking male came climbing out. Well, normal in means of he looked like he belonged in their crowd. Tall mohawk, tattooed from the neck down. He'd been AT the bar just prior chatting it up was Dallas. Definitely someone he and their singer had invited to the house party.
Eye's fluttering open for a moment Johnny thought he heard the vehicle, but shit was too bright again and he quickly closed his eyes letting out a low grown.
It had been several months since Serena had decided to go clean. Not for her own healthー the angel feather her husband had implanted in her back prevented her from getting sick and usually healed injuries automaticallyー but because her ex-boyfriend, who was a vampire, didn't like the taste of drugs in her blood. She hadn't started using again yet after they'd broken up, but she did carry designer drugs with her to give out at parties and she did love to drink.
Part of her wanted to be numbed out. She didn't want to think about her ex, yet he invaded her mind and ruined every peaceful moment she might have unless she was literally in the arms of another man, and even then, it was a bit of a crapshoot. She didn't want to feel anything except the sensations that came from cuddling, making out, and having sex. Xander had deigned to sleep with her maybe two or three times, and it had been lackluster, as though he'd been forcing himself to touch her. So now that they were broken up, she thought she'd go out and party. Johnny was cute, he was affectionate, and he didn't seem to mind her frankly all-over-the-place personality. She enjoyed being with him and any party he took her to was sure to be a good one.
She, too, hadn't expected anything to be put in her drink, but if she had, she was in such bad shape emotionally just by default these days that she would have surrendered to it even if she'd known. The combination of her desire to be numbed and her unawareness of what had been in her drink meant that whatever it was hit her HARD. Unlike her companion, she didn't even have the presence of mind to notice the crash. She didn't react at all to being slammed forward, nor to the airbag. Her brain barely registered the presence of the other man before her eyes slid closed.
She hadn't answered or had he even made sense when he'd uttered her name. Mind attempting concern for her but frankly he wasn't all there. Pain shooting through his head and perhaps shock. Enough shock he hardly noticed the footsteps until he could vaguely seeing movement from the corner of his eye, that didn't last long as the moment he'd turned his head, attempted to say something to the guy who seemed vaguely the others hand was moving towards his forehead. It wasn't a bad feeling, it felt more like a heavy wave of exhaustion rushing all at him at once as opposed to progressively building. By the time his eyes closed, the thick black substance that seemed from the males supposed tattoos vanishing into his skin, Johnny was officially unconscious and as unaware as his partner. In fact he hadn't even stirred when the male had been joined by another and both went dragging them from the wreckage tossing them into the backseat of the truck. Occasionally as one might have made a noise a hand would reach back, more of the thick venom seeping into Johnny or Serena to keep them in a state of complete comatose.
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Shooting awake with a start at the sound of a loud bird call nearby Johnny's eyes flashed open. Sitting up fast enough to actually let his eyes flit around the room he found himself in an oddly familiar space. The back bedroom of one of the lodges he'd visited a few times out near Malibu creek. Weird, but perhaps not the weirdest place he could have ended up on a blacked out bender. Dark hues moving down to where Serena lay next to him he let out a small breath and slowly sunk down next to her again. The weirdest part had to be the fact he hardly felt hungover though? Just mostly tired and in a bit of a sleepy haze. Moving up behind her his arm snaked gently about her middle and he moved to nuzzle at the back of her hair and neck before slightly settling again. Well, hard to complain, no pounding headache, wasn't like the place was that strong and waking up to Serena who had become a both amusing and comforting to be around lately was also a plus right?
Serena woke somewhat more gently, at the feeling of Johnny nestling into her. Yes... She liked this very much. She couldn't remember a thing about last night, but that was fine. She had been drinking a lot, after all, hadn't she?
Had she? She couldn't remember that, either.
But she was feeling fine and she got to snuggle with an attractive man, and for once she wasn't all heartbroken over her ex, so she could accept this without complaint.
"Hey, baby," she murmured. "What did we do last night?"
Eye's slowly blinking open again Johnny sort of smirked "Pretty sure we got fuckin plastered at an after-party.... But... I blacked out somewhere between shots and more shots" He replied with a faint chuckle. Yeah definitely a blur sometimes after he remembered doing shots with Dallas.
"I did, too," Serena murmured. "At least, I think I did. I can't even remember how much I had to drink, and that's... unusual for me." So if he was blackout drunk and she was blackout drunk-- Wait, that wasn't right. "Mm... I haven't been blackout drunk since my first college party."
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