A LIttle Chaos in Your Life
Ok, this is a short story I wrote tonight. This is a rough run. It needs some filling out and better formatting, but it's a start.
"What's life without a little chaos" he said.
"A stable life" she replied as she walked out his door.
These things happen. One moment you're the king and the next, a chump.
"Oh well," Jarod thought, as he rolled the dollar to hit another line, "at least she didn't do any of my blow." It was always a drag when bitches wanted to do his blow before anything else. Almost as if the entire reason they even came home with him was to do his drugs. The sad thing was that 9 times out of 10, they'd do his shit and then leave him hanging, at least this time around he'd be able to get his high without any interference.
A knock on his door at 8am woke him from a sleep deprived coma brought on by the endless days of partying he'd been doing since his birthday.
*KNOCK, KNOCK*
"Yeah, yeah, hold on! I'm fucking coming" Jarod yelled as he pulled himself off the couch and attempted to hide the remnants of the past 4 days. What day was it? Shit, he couldn't remember.
"Yo Jarod man, answer the fuckin' door bro" said a familiar voice ont he other side of the door.
"Man, Danny,what the fuck are you bangin' down my door at this time of the morning asshole" Jarod replied as he swung open the heavy oak door, blocking the early morning sun from his eyes with his free hand. The only downside to having this pad was that the sun shone directly through his door evey morning when he left to go to work.
"Dude, where the hell have you been bro" Danny replied as he pushed past Jarod, "whatcha got to drink around here fool" he asked as he opened the fridge rummaging through the boxes of left over Tai food and half empty bottles of beer. "Man, just like you J! Nothing but fuckin' liquor up in your fridge! You know some people actually store food in these damn things dog."
"Yeah, help yourself Danny-boy, you can leave a tip on the bar when you're finished" Jarod said as he shut the door eliminating the blinding light from the big orange ball. "So why the fuck are you crashin' my door at 8am man?!"
Danny pulled out a half empty bottle of O.J. and poured the contents of his flask into it and took a swig before answering. "Bro, you've been unreachable for days, I went by your normal club last night lookin' for ya and Julio said he hadn't seen you in days and you've been ignoring your cell" as he picked it up and tossed it to Jarod.
He opened his phone an looked at the date. Shit! He thought. Was it really Saturday? Last thing he remembered, it was Wednesday night and he had left with that smokin' hottie from Sol who refused to do his coke or even get his rocks off. "Yeah, we saw you get in that chick's car Wednesday night and that was the last we heard from you bro." Had it really been 2 days?
"Was that Wednesday man?" Jarod asked still staring at his phone, "'cause it's Saturday. Are you sure it wasn't last night?"
"Damn bro! That chick did a numba on ya didn't she?! Whooo! She was hot man, hottest chick you've ever left with. Like super model hot! Hell, we was all wondering how the hell some hottie like that would want to be with a fucker like you! Ha ha ha!" Danny walked over and plopped himself down on the couch and reached underneath it pulling out the big silver tray that Jarod used for doing his shit and whipped out a baggy and began fumbling with the bag trying to open it. Jarod knew he was going to have to open it for him. "Shit man, when you left we couldn't believe you were even walking fool! Tim told you're ass to be easy with those tabs, but naw, you're a pimp! 5 in the club! Shit! I bet you rocked that chick's world dog!" Jarod swiped the bag from Danny's hands and like an old pro slid the top of the bag between his fingers undoing the ziploc style opening. "You've never been very good at that Danny-boy" Jarod laughed as he handed the now open bag to Danny.
"So I took 5 hits of that shit Tim gave me?"
"Yeah man! Like a fucking lunatic too! You just plopped those mofo's in your mouth like they was headache medicine! You shoulda seen the look on Tim's face dog! He high tailed it outta there after that. Guess he didn't want to be around if you OD'ed man."
Danny made a few rails and promptly snorted the first rail and passed the tray to Jarod. "Well, that chick came back here with me and left. She never did my drugs, or me. At least this one didn't come here just to do my shit."
Danny looked back at Jarod and watched him snort 2 of the rails one in each nostril. "So when the fuck did you two come here man? We followed you to her pad man, and yo! That shit was nice. That honey's fuckin' loaded or her daddy is bro! Why the fuck a hottie like that would want to come to your shit as pad is beyond me!"
"Fuck you Danny. This place is nice. Better than that asshole of an apartment you got down on Vine, if that can even be called an apartment, more like a fucking closet if you ask me. No self respecting woman would step foo t in your place!"
"Guess it's a good thing I don't take home self-respecting bitches then" Danny exclaimed.
"I don't even remember going to her place man. Are you sure we went to her place?" Jarod asked as he prepared another set of lines. Yayo on an early Saturday morning probably wasn't the best idea, but fuck it, who's counting JArod thought.
"Yeah dog, we saw you get in her ride and take off. Hell, I think she saw us when you two pulled in to her place 'cause man, she looked right at me as we drove past. It was kinda creepy, in a hot and sexy kinda way. Like she could see me through the tint in the dark." Danny pulled the ashtray over closer to him and lit a smoke.
Jarod bent over the tray and snorted another line, the drainage from the last 2 running down the back of his throat. He could feel the numbness coming on really quickly, Danny got some good shit this time he thought.
"What the fuck's on your neck bro?! Shit did that chick give ya a hickie? ! Hahaha! Man that shit is so high school dog! Haha! Lemme see that shit!" Danny grabbed Jarod and jerked him over by him so he could inspect the hickie closer. "Yo dog, that bitch bit the fuck outta your neck! That's some seriosuly crazy shit bro! You musta been taggin' that ass hard dog! Whoo! That's my dog!"
Jarod used the razor to push the coke aside so he could look at the reflection in the tray and there it was, the "hickie from hell." Jarod put his fingers up to the bruised spot on his neck and began prodding at it. As he did, blood began to ooze out "fuck man! That bitch fucking bit my neck! What the fuck man? Shit, was I that fucked up? I don't even remember her doing anything like that."
"Ha ha, she went all Lestat and shit on your ass fool" Danny laughed, "Yo, man, that's some seriously crazy fuckin' to make a chick do that man. I hope you got her digits dog, cause if you ain't gonna hit that again, I will, show her what a real man's like! Hahahahaha!"
"Shut the fuck up Danny" Jarod spit the words out almost instinctual. "If she did this to my neck, you wouldn't make it 2 minutes with her hahaha!" Jarod grabbed the tray and continued inspecting his neck when his pocket began vibrating and some random club anthem started spewing through his designer jeans pockets. "Shit! Who the fuck's calling me at 8 in the fucking morning?!"
Danny pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at the called ID. Elizabeth. Who the hell was Elizabeth and why was her name in his phone. He didn't know any Elizabeths.
"Shit, hold on Danny, lemme answer this."
Jarod got up and walked into the kitchen and flipped open the phone and put it to his ear, "hello?"
The sweetest voice he'd ever heard came through the speaker of the phone "hey baby, so, you wanted a little chaos in your life, how's it going?
"Who the fuck is this" Jarod said quietly.
"Ooooh baby, you don't remember me? You go home with a girl and make her feel special and then totally forget about her when she is kind enough to take you back to your house. I"m hurt."
"Sorry, I didn't know you'd given me your number, Elizabeth, was it?"
"Of course you didn't know silly boy, I took your phone and put my number in it for you, besides, you were way to out of it when I brought you home to have evne put it in your phone" Elizabeth replied in that sensual and seductive voice that he remembered hearing as she stepped out of his house the night before, or the night before that, or whenever it was.
"You did quite a job on my neck girl, that shit's bleeding when I push on it, was I that rough?"
"Rough? Sweetie, I was the one being rough, I do hope the next time we meet that you're more active than you were when I brought you to my place" she replied mischievously, "but you still haven't answered my question."
"What question" Jarod said trying to remember what question she had asked him. For some reason it was becoming a bit hard to concentrate, Danny must have actually scored some good shit for once Jarod thought.
Elizabeth gave a little annoyed snort on the other end of the phone. "Ok, now Jarod, darling, if this is going to work, you're going to have to start listening to me, otherwise things might get a bit messy."
"Yo dog, you want another line or what?! Tell the bitch you'll call her back later man" Danny yelled form the living room.
"Is there someone there with you Jarod" Elizabeth asked, sounding somewhat irritated.
"Not that it's any business of yours, but yeah, my boy's over here right now. Look can I call you back later, now's not such a good time" he replied even though part of him was reaching desperatly for some way to get this Elizabeth over to his house right now. "If you wanna hang out, you can come by, you apparently know how to get here, but I gotta go 'Liz."
"It's Elizabeth and no, I can't come over there right now anymore than you could come over to my place. If I were you though, I'd ask your friend to leave. I'll come see yout tonight, make sure no one's there Jarod. I will be quite upset if any of those assholes you call friends are there."
*click*
Jarod looked at the phone as if it was some strange device from another world, shook his head and snapped it closed again and headed back for the living room. He was irritated for some reason and wanted another line, some vodka too. He had cotton mouth and needed a swig of something, shit anything. As he walked into the living room, the light sneaking through the blinds hit his hand and suddenly a sharp pain shot up his arm.
"Fuck!"
"What's up dog" Danny asked turning around to see Jarod clutching his hand. "What's up with your hand bro?"
"Fuck man, I don't know. I just felt a sharp pain run up my arm. Shit. Gimme that bottle of Vodka and set me up a line" Jarod snapped taking the bottle of Vodka and taking a big swig on it.
"Woah bro, slow down man, I know we like to party, but slow your roll man, it's only 9 in the morning, we got all day to play" Danny said like the good friend he was. "When's the last time you slept dog? You don't look so hot right now. Check it, I'ma split man, let you get soem rest, I'll see ya tonght."
Danny grabed his bag and closed it up and put the tray away."You should get some rest dog, you don't look so good, you're pale as fuck." Danny got up and headed for the door, "I'll stop by later on this evening to pick ya up before we hit the strip."
Danny opened the door and the sunlight came streaming in and hit Jarod straight in the face. He screamed in pain and dropped to the floor holding his face in his hands. The pain was almost to much. He could hear Danny saying something to him but couldn't make it out through the noise of some house style bass droll.
He felt Danny lifting him up and once again he felt that same pain, now on his back. He screamed out once again. Danny slammed the door shut and picked his friend up off the ground and moved to get him on the couch when he felt a stinging pain in his shoulder. He got Jarod to the couch and then realized that Jarod was biting his shoulder.
Danny pulled Jarod off his shoulder, blood pouring out of Jarod's mouth as he did. "What the fuck dog?!" Danny yelled backing away from Jarod who was now crumpled on the ground his head down and his hands hidden. "Yo dog, that's some seriously fucked up shit, you need some fuckin' sleep dog, you acting like a crazy mofo. I'm gonna use your bathroom and clean thsi shit up and then I'm out."
Danny walked down the hall toward the bathroom when he heard it. A gurgling sound followed by the sound of someone running, but it was to fast for that. He began to turn to see what it was but it was to late. The next thing he knew he was face first on the carpet and felt another sharp biting pain, this time on the side of his neck and felt a vacum like sensation take hold. He punched back and connected with what felt like a head. He rolled and kicked away. What he saw was like soemthing from a bad dream. Jarod was standing in the hallway, covered in blood, his hair was matted to the side of his face with Danny's blood and his eyes were the color of the sun right before sunset. Danny didn't know what was happening but he knew he had to get out of this house right now, but Jarod was blocking the only way out.
Before he could even think to react Jarod sprung at Danny again. His speed was like a predator's and then Danny felt the same sensation again, but on the opposite side of his neck. He tried to push Jarod off him, but he couldn't find the strength. He called out to Jarod to please stop, but his voice was gone. All he could hear was that awful suction sound and a faint, ever slowing thump, thump... thump, thump...
...
Jarod woke up on the floor in his bedroom. There was a odd metallic taste in his mouth. He felt awful and his stomach was telling him he was about to be very sick. He stumbled into the bathroom and bent over the toilet, but nothing happened.
"Fuckin hangovers" he thought. The light in his bathroom was odd. He didn't remember the lights in his bathroom glowing blue-green. He must have been really tossed the night before. After awhile the feeling passed and Jarod stood up and looked in the mirror. There was a nasty stain covering all of the front of his shirt. Hell it seemed to be on his face as well.
"Wow, what the fuck did I do last night" he asked himself in the mirror. Jarod took the shirt off and started the shower. God, when would the light go back to normal he wondered, somewhat annoyed by this odd coloring. He took his clothes off and stepped into the water, letting the scalding hot water run over his entire body. The warmth of the water seemed to warm him up and he started feeling a little better.
He ran through his usual routine but noticed he didn't need to shave. That was odd he thought, but dismissed it as just one of those weird wakeups. "Shit, did I take acid last night" as he looked around his room, even here the light had taken on that blue-green hue.
It was Saturday night, Danny would be here soon to pick him up so they could hit the strip. Saturdays were always a blast when you had that wigger Danny with you. He dressed in his usual Saturday night club attire and headed down the hallway.
He stopped short when he saw a figure lying on the ground. He fumbled for the light, but he didn't need it to see what was on the floor. "Danny...Yo, Danny-boy...damn man, did we party that hard last night? DANNY GET UP BRO!"
But Danny wasn't getting up.
"DANNY! GET THE FUCK UP NOW MOTHERFUCKER! This shit isn't funny man" Jarod yelled and then kicked Danny.
Danny didn't move.
And then a voice said from behind him "so, you wanted a little chaos in your life, how's this..."
"What's life without a little chaos" he said.
"A stable life" she replied as she walked out his door.
These things happen. One moment you're the king and the next, a chump.
"Oh well," Jarod thought, as he rolled the dollar to hit another line, "at least she didn't do any of my blow." It was always a drag when bitches wanted to do his blow before anything else. Almost as if the entire reason they even came home with him was to do his drugs. The sad thing was that 9 times out of 10, they'd do his shit and then leave him hanging, at least this time around he'd be able to get his high without any interference.
A knock on his door at 8am woke him from a sleep deprived coma brought on by the endless days of partying he'd been doing since his birthday.
*KNOCK, KNOCK*
"Yeah, yeah, hold on! I'm fucking coming" Jarod yelled as he pulled himself off the couch and attempted to hide the remnants of the past 4 days. What day was it? Shit, he couldn't remember.
"Yo Jarod man, answer the fuckin' door bro" said a familiar voice ont he other side of the door.
"Man, Danny,what the fuck are you bangin' down my door at this time of the morning asshole" Jarod replied as he swung open the heavy oak door, blocking the early morning sun from his eyes with his free hand. The only downside to having this pad was that the sun shone directly through his door evey morning when he left to go to work.
"Dude, where the hell have you been bro" Danny replied as he pushed past Jarod, "whatcha got to drink around here fool" he asked as he opened the fridge rummaging through the boxes of left over Tai food and half empty bottles of beer. "Man, just like you J! Nothing but fuckin' liquor up in your fridge! You know some people actually store food in these damn things dog."
"Yeah, help yourself Danny-boy, you can leave a tip on the bar when you're finished" Jarod said as he shut the door eliminating the blinding light from the big orange ball. "So why the fuck are you crashin' my door at 8am man?!"
Danny pulled out a half empty bottle of O.J. and poured the contents of his flask into it and took a swig before answering. "Bro, you've been unreachable for days, I went by your normal club last night lookin' for ya and Julio said he hadn't seen you in days and you've been ignoring your cell" as he picked it up and tossed it to Jarod.
He opened his phone an looked at the date. Shit! He thought. Was it really Saturday? Last thing he remembered, it was Wednesday night and he had left with that smokin' hottie from Sol who refused to do his coke or even get his rocks off. "Yeah, we saw you get in that chick's car Wednesday night and that was the last we heard from you bro." Had it really been 2 days?
"Was that Wednesday man?" Jarod asked still staring at his phone, "'cause it's Saturday. Are you sure it wasn't last night?"
"Damn bro! That chick did a numba on ya didn't she?! Whooo! She was hot man, hottest chick you've ever left with. Like super model hot! Hell, we was all wondering how the hell some hottie like that would want to be with a fucker like you! Ha ha ha!" Danny walked over and plopped himself down on the couch and reached underneath it pulling out the big silver tray that Jarod used for doing his shit and whipped out a baggy and began fumbling with the bag trying to open it. Jarod knew he was going to have to open it for him. "Shit man, when you left we couldn't believe you were even walking fool! Tim told you're ass to be easy with those tabs, but naw, you're a pimp! 5 in the club! Shit! I bet you rocked that chick's world dog!" Jarod swiped the bag from Danny's hands and like an old pro slid the top of the bag between his fingers undoing the ziploc style opening. "You've never been very good at that Danny-boy" Jarod laughed as he handed the now open bag to Danny.
"So I took 5 hits of that shit Tim gave me?"
"Yeah man! Like a fucking lunatic too! You just plopped those mofo's in your mouth like they was headache medicine! You shoulda seen the look on Tim's face dog! He high tailed it outta there after that. Guess he didn't want to be around if you OD'ed man."
Danny made a few rails and promptly snorted the first rail and passed the tray to Jarod. "Well, that chick came back here with me and left. She never did my drugs, or me. At least this one didn't come here just to do my shit."
Danny looked back at Jarod and watched him snort 2 of the rails one in each nostril. "So when the fuck did you two come here man? We followed you to her pad man, and yo! That shit was nice. That honey's fuckin' loaded or her daddy is bro! Why the fuck a hottie like that would want to come to your shit as pad is beyond me!"
"Fuck you Danny. This place is nice. Better than that asshole of an apartment you got down on Vine, if that can even be called an apartment, more like a fucking closet if you ask me. No self respecting woman would step foo t in your place!"
"Guess it's a good thing I don't take home self-respecting bitches then" Danny exclaimed.
"I don't even remember going to her place man. Are you sure we went to her place?" Jarod asked as he prepared another set of lines. Yayo on an early Saturday morning probably wasn't the best idea, but fuck it, who's counting JArod thought.
"Yeah dog, we saw you get in her ride and take off. Hell, I think she saw us when you two pulled in to her place 'cause man, she looked right at me as we drove past. It was kinda creepy, in a hot and sexy kinda way. Like she could see me through the tint in the dark." Danny pulled the ashtray over closer to him and lit a smoke.
Jarod bent over the tray and snorted another line, the drainage from the last 2 running down the back of his throat. He could feel the numbness coming on really quickly, Danny got some good shit this time he thought.
"What the fuck's on your neck bro?! Shit did that chick give ya a hickie? ! Hahaha! Man that shit is so high school dog! Haha! Lemme see that shit!" Danny grabbed Jarod and jerked him over by him so he could inspect the hickie closer. "Yo dog, that bitch bit the fuck outta your neck! That's some seriosuly crazy shit bro! You musta been taggin' that ass hard dog! Whoo! That's my dog!"
Jarod used the razor to push the coke aside so he could look at the reflection in the tray and there it was, the "hickie from hell." Jarod put his fingers up to the bruised spot on his neck and began prodding at it. As he did, blood began to ooze out "fuck man! That bitch fucking bit my neck! What the fuck man? Shit, was I that fucked up? I don't even remember her doing anything like that."
"Ha ha, she went all Lestat and shit on your ass fool" Danny laughed, "Yo, man, that's some seriously crazy fuckin' to make a chick do that man. I hope you got her digits dog, cause if you ain't gonna hit that again, I will, show her what a real man's like! Hahahahaha!"
"Shut the fuck up Danny" Jarod spit the words out almost instinctual. "If she did this to my neck, you wouldn't make it 2 minutes with her hahaha!" Jarod grabbed the tray and continued inspecting his neck when his pocket began vibrating and some random club anthem started spewing through his designer jeans pockets. "Shit! Who the fuck's calling me at 8 in the fucking morning?!"
Danny pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at the called ID. Elizabeth. Who the hell was Elizabeth and why was her name in his phone. He didn't know any Elizabeths.
"Shit, hold on Danny, lemme answer this."
Jarod got up and walked into the kitchen and flipped open the phone and put it to his ear, "hello?"
The sweetest voice he'd ever heard came through the speaker of the phone "hey baby, so, you wanted a little chaos in your life, how's it going?
"Who the fuck is this" Jarod said quietly.
"Ooooh baby, you don't remember me? You go home with a girl and make her feel special and then totally forget about her when she is kind enough to take you back to your house. I"m hurt."
"Sorry, I didn't know you'd given me your number, Elizabeth, was it?"
"Of course you didn't know silly boy, I took your phone and put my number in it for you, besides, you were way to out of it when I brought you home to have evne put it in your phone" Elizabeth replied in that sensual and seductive voice that he remembered hearing as she stepped out of his house the night before, or the night before that, or whenever it was.
"You did quite a job on my neck girl, that shit's bleeding when I push on it, was I that rough?"
"Rough? Sweetie, I was the one being rough, I do hope the next time we meet that you're more active than you were when I brought you to my place" she replied mischievously, "but you still haven't answered my question."
"What question" Jarod said trying to remember what question she had asked him. For some reason it was becoming a bit hard to concentrate, Danny must have actually scored some good shit for once Jarod thought.
Elizabeth gave a little annoyed snort on the other end of the phone. "Ok, now Jarod, darling, if this is going to work, you're going to have to start listening to me, otherwise things might get a bit messy."
"Yo dog, you want another line or what?! Tell the bitch you'll call her back later man" Danny yelled form the living room.
"Is there someone there with you Jarod" Elizabeth asked, sounding somewhat irritated.
"Not that it's any business of yours, but yeah, my boy's over here right now. Look can I call you back later, now's not such a good time" he replied even though part of him was reaching desperatly for some way to get this Elizabeth over to his house right now. "If you wanna hang out, you can come by, you apparently know how to get here, but I gotta go 'Liz."
"It's Elizabeth and no, I can't come over there right now anymore than you could come over to my place. If I were you though, I'd ask your friend to leave. I'll come see yout tonight, make sure no one's there Jarod. I will be quite upset if any of those assholes you call friends are there."
*click*
Jarod looked at the phone as if it was some strange device from another world, shook his head and snapped it closed again and headed back for the living room. He was irritated for some reason and wanted another line, some vodka too. He had cotton mouth and needed a swig of something, shit anything. As he walked into the living room, the light sneaking through the blinds hit his hand and suddenly a sharp pain shot up his arm.
"Fuck!"
"What's up dog" Danny asked turning around to see Jarod clutching his hand. "What's up with your hand bro?"
"Fuck man, I don't know. I just felt a sharp pain run up my arm. Shit. Gimme that bottle of Vodka and set me up a line" Jarod snapped taking the bottle of Vodka and taking a big swig on it.
"Woah bro, slow down man, I know we like to party, but slow your roll man, it's only 9 in the morning, we got all day to play" Danny said like the good friend he was. "When's the last time you slept dog? You don't look so hot right now. Check it, I'ma split man, let you get soem rest, I'll see ya tonght."
Danny grabed his bag and closed it up and put the tray away."You should get some rest dog, you don't look so good, you're pale as fuck." Danny got up and headed for the door, "I'll stop by later on this evening to pick ya up before we hit the strip."
Danny opened the door and the sunlight came streaming in and hit Jarod straight in the face. He screamed in pain and dropped to the floor holding his face in his hands. The pain was almost to much. He could hear Danny saying something to him but couldn't make it out through the noise of some house style bass droll.
He felt Danny lifting him up and once again he felt that same pain, now on his back. He screamed out once again. Danny slammed the door shut and picked his friend up off the ground and moved to get him on the couch when he felt a stinging pain in his shoulder. He got Jarod to the couch and then realized that Jarod was biting his shoulder.
Danny pulled Jarod off his shoulder, blood pouring out of Jarod's mouth as he did. "What the fuck dog?!" Danny yelled backing away from Jarod who was now crumpled on the ground his head down and his hands hidden. "Yo dog, that's some seriously fucked up shit, you need some fuckin' sleep dog, you acting like a crazy mofo. I'm gonna use your bathroom and clean thsi shit up and then I'm out."
Danny walked down the hall toward the bathroom when he heard it. A gurgling sound followed by the sound of someone running, but it was to fast for that. He began to turn to see what it was but it was to late. The next thing he knew he was face first on the carpet and felt another sharp biting pain, this time on the side of his neck and felt a vacum like sensation take hold. He punched back and connected with what felt like a head. He rolled and kicked away. What he saw was like soemthing from a bad dream. Jarod was standing in the hallway, covered in blood, his hair was matted to the side of his face with Danny's blood and his eyes were the color of the sun right before sunset. Danny didn't know what was happening but he knew he had to get out of this house right now, but Jarod was blocking the only way out.
Before he could even think to react Jarod sprung at Danny again. His speed was like a predator's and then Danny felt the same sensation again, but on the opposite side of his neck. He tried to push Jarod off him, but he couldn't find the strength. He called out to Jarod to please stop, but his voice was gone. All he could hear was that awful suction sound and a faint, ever slowing thump, thump... thump, thump...
...
Jarod woke up on the floor in his bedroom. There was a odd metallic taste in his mouth. He felt awful and his stomach was telling him he was about to be very sick. He stumbled into the bathroom and bent over the toilet, but nothing happened.
"Fuckin hangovers" he thought. The light in his bathroom was odd. He didn't remember the lights in his bathroom glowing blue-green. He must have been really tossed the night before. After awhile the feeling passed and Jarod stood up and looked in the mirror. There was a nasty stain covering all of the front of his shirt. Hell it seemed to be on his face as well.
"Wow, what the fuck did I do last night" he asked himself in the mirror. Jarod took the shirt off and started the shower. God, when would the light go back to normal he wondered, somewhat annoyed by this odd coloring. He took his clothes off and stepped into the water, letting the scalding hot water run over his entire body. The warmth of the water seemed to warm him up and he started feeling a little better.
He ran through his usual routine but noticed he didn't need to shave. That was odd he thought, but dismissed it as just one of those weird wakeups. "Shit, did I take acid last night" as he looked around his room, even here the light had taken on that blue-green hue.
It was Saturday night, Danny would be here soon to pick him up so they could hit the strip. Saturdays were always a blast when you had that wigger Danny with you. He dressed in his usual Saturday night club attire and headed down the hallway.
He stopped short when he saw a figure lying on the ground. He fumbled for the light, but he didn't need it to see what was on the floor. "Danny...Yo, Danny-boy...damn man, did we party that hard last night? DANNY GET UP BRO!"
But Danny wasn't getting up.
"DANNY! GET THE FUCK UP NOW MOTHERFUCKER! This shit isn't funny man" Jarod yelled and then kicked Danny.
Danny didn't move.
And then a voice said from behind him "so, you wanted a little chaos in your life, how's this..."