Have A Little Bit Of{Faith}A Wild Side, Baby

[Mitchel||Trinity]

So, we've all got to do something to get our kicks. And we all have our own ways of making things fun for ourselves. Well, for Mitchel, that thing just so happened to be weed. He couldn't help it, really. It was just so teribbly easy to get! So, he'd snuck out of his bedroom window and down the tree in the front of the house and stalked across the front lawn. He'd happened to have some on him, so he'd ran down the street to the alley and smoked it. Well, he'd smoked two, actually. And then he'd met up with some random people and they'd ended up drinking together in the alley. Now, sharing drinks with druggies in an alley way probably isn't the best way to go and lead your life. But, it was just that it gave him a little bit of a thrill. Going off behind his parents' backs and sneaking around like that. It wasn't his fault that he needed to do something fun! Please, being locked up in his bedroom at night wasn't something he enjoyed all that much. But, honestly, what could he do? He was fifteen years old and probably so fucked up that you wouldn't be able to believe it. It was pretty crazy. But, you can't stop a kid from having his fun. Oh hell no, you can't.

Mitchel was far from being a goody-two-shoes. And he didn't really look like he'd be that way either. At this point in time, he was pretty high, and not to mention shamelessly drunk. He couldn't help it though. There's just something about him. He can never say no. Ever. Even after everything he'd been through, he still couldn't say no. Fucking clowns. They screwed you over all the time and then you went out into the real world and noticed that everyone else was exactly the same. So, you'd go uot and have a little bit of, dare I say it, fun. Because that seemed to just make everything so much better than it was. And Mitchel really felt that this was how he was supposed to get his fun. There was no other way, really. Sure, hanging out with Emotion was an awesome way to pass the time. And he was easily the kid's best friend. They were always together! In fact, sometimes he swore that they were the same person. That was a little bit funny, seeing as they hadn't known each other for even a year yet, but it was basically that way.

Staggering out of the alley, Mitchel made his way over to Sunnyside Affairs. The infamous club. It was amazing. Especially if you were high. The lights were just amazing. All the different colours. And not to mention, it was pretty easy to get into with a fake I.D. They didn't really care how old you were, to be honest. And that just made it all the better. It was a little bit of a walk to get there, but it wasn't terribly bad. It took him about twenty minutes to get to the club. Flashing his I.D., which happened to be fake, to the security guys outside the door, they nodded to him and he pulled open the door. The sound of music came rushing at him. The bass was pulsing through his body and the lights shone brightly over the dance floor. Everywhere else was dim. With the light coming from the bar and the strobe lights the only light. Of course, if you were to go into the bathrooms, you'd get to see everything in normal lighting. But, that wasn't fun at all. No, not really. Besides, the lights were great. Mitchel went over to the bar, flopping himself down into one of the stools that was there. "Beer," he said, nodding to the guy. Yeah, beer. Ew much?!

After basically inhaling the drink, sending it down whichever tubes in his esophagus that the substance could find, Mitchel made his way out to the dance floor. He wasn't the greatest dancer. But, no one seemed to mind. In fact, he had about five girls surrounding him, grinding up against him. He could handle this stuff quite well. You'd never be able to tell he was fifteen anyways. But, he was so high and so drunk that he really didn't know what was going on. He soon found himself off the dancefloor, pressed against a wall, kissing some guy. Well, what a sight that must have been. He opened his eyes, moving them around the dancefloor. And that was when he saw her. A girl that looked so familiar to him. He'd met her at a party and they'd stumbled upon one another every so often. Pushing the guy off of him, without even so much of an explanation, Mitchel walked away from the guy, heading towards the girl with a small smirk placed on his face. When he reached the girl, he put his head on her shoulder, looking up at her with a smile. "Faith," Mitchel slurred with a bubbly grin.