Rik is about out of his mind from eating coke. He's pacing, razor guitar hanging around his neck, and rubbing his temples. He has one hell of a headache. His hair is a mess and he's only in his boxers because he can't focus enough to dress or even realize he needed to.
Billy had a load of painkillers in his bag as he made his way to where Rik was. Shit. How much coke had he eaten? Piling it on his cornflakes thinking it was sugar. Viktor being the total bastard responsible for this prank. Of course he didn't mean for the poor Dane to get high and then feel sick. Without even bothering to knock, Billy walked in and saw Rik.
He looked a fucking wreck.
"Oh, shit---Rik. I had no idea you were so bad. Here, I've got some painkillers for your head."
Pulling out the packet of pills, he popped two out and fetched a glass of water for the younger man. Passing it over, Billy placed a hand on the man's shoulder.
He can't stop moving and when he does to stand and talk with Billy he starts bouncing up on the balls of his feet.
"I ate... maybe a big spoons of coke." He follows to the bathroom because he can't stand still. He doesn't question what he's being given and just takes it and drinks the whole glass of water.
Under Billy's hand he's tense and nervously twitching. "How long will this last?"
He didn't like what cocaine did to him in general and now Rik liked it even less.
"Shit. I'm sorry---this, it shouldn't have happened to you. To anyone, really. Everyone in the Hell's Angels uses quite heavily but you don't. I'm sorry, Rik."
Billy felt guilt knot in his stomach because it was partly his fault for someone in his band pranking the sugar bowl. Fuck. Viktor would get a fucking kick up his ass and some razor tongue for this shit. Poor Rik was sick and not good. Placing a hand on the Dane's arm, Billy helped steady him.
"It shouldn't last more than an hour. The effects you're feeling anyway. As for getting back to normal---maybe a few days for you to be yourself again."
He wouldn't leave. Billy would make sure Rik was going to be ok after nearly killing himself on coke. Fuck. For any user it would have been fine but the Dane wasn't a user. This was serious.
"I need to be careful." And suspicious now. He has started playing in the strings again to dispute some of the jitters.
"That's a long time." To his addled brain it sounded like forever. He was so sped up that it felt like everything else was too slow. The touch felt good and momentarily stopped the pacing.
"It can be, yeah. Once Viktor got so out of his head on coke he was on a high for three days. Completely trashed the hotel room and set fire to his curtains."
The band had to pay for the damages and Viktor got a good kick up the ass by the rest of the band for his three day coke bender. Fuck, that was embarrassing. The guy could often take it too far. Even Billy didn't set shit alight.
"I won't leave you, mate. You'll start to feel ok soon once the painkillers kick in. Come on, let's try to sit you down on the bed."
Billy filling the glass back up with water just in case Rik was dehydrated. That could often happen with the coke coating the tongue making the throat dry.
"I can't sit." He stands there for a moment with a frown before pulling the razor off and handing it off to Billy.
He wavers for a second and then turns and heads right into the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before he starts vomiting. The water wasn't sitting well in his stomach or maybe it was the pills or the cornflakes, who knew? It feels like shit because now his body is shaking from the coke and the exertion of vomiting.
"Billy!" His name comes out high pitched, almost frightened but Rik can't get any other words out before he's dry heaving. It's probably good to get anything out like when someone over drinks.
Once Rik was being sick Billy ran over to place both arms around his waist lightly to hold him steady while he was being sick. Shit. He pulled the man's wild hair away from his face so he didn't get sick all over it, making a ponytail of sorts. The poor Dane. Billy sighed and cursed softly at Viktor for this. Fucking idiot.
"Rik----it's ok. I've got you. Just do what you need to do, I'm here."
His voice was tinged with worry and concern at seeing his friend puking his guts up due to the intoxication of the coke. His body was having a bad reaction to it. Billy wasn't going to leave because he couldn't. Not while Rik was in this state.
"You'll be ok, mate. Don't worry. I won't go anywhere."
Nothing more was coming up and Rik just collapsed against the toilet. The cool of the porcelain felt good. There's just a groan but as he looks back at Billy holding his hair there's a faint smile, it is all he can muster right now.
Once the heaving passes though some of the jittering shakes seem to go too. Groaning again he sits on the floor still leaning on the toilet. He felt exhausted and wanting to sleep but he felt too queasy from the bouncy, hyper feeling inside.
Billy just holds Rik's hair as he sat against the toilet. He didn't want to let go of the hair in case the Dane started retching again. So, he just knelt down with his friend and caressed his back, rubbing it softly hoping he would feel alright once his body starting coming down from the high.
"Pretty shit, eh? But at least you've got me here with you. Being on your own and sick it fucking sucks."
The guitarist knew that Rik would need rest and more water to help hydrate his drained body. He was making a mental note to himself to keep any coke away from the Dane. His body just couldn't deal with it. Not everyone could.
After a few minutes, when the nausea faded, Rik pushed off the toilet to lean on Billy. He's glad that he's here because Rik has almost no experience with drugs, not personally anyway.
"I should go to bed." Rik mumbles. He's so tired all the sudden. Not that he can sleep because he still feels hyper but his body feels exhausted.
Nodding slowly, Billy wanted to help Rik towards the bedroom because he knew how bad a drug trip could be that goes wrong. Too much coke and sometimes your body rejects the high and you spiral down into sickness and that sucks like shit. Billy's had a few bad reactions to coke in his time but never as bad as what Rik was dealing with. Everyone was different.
"Let's get you into bed, mate."
There was nothing even sexual or playful in his voice since Rik needed rest and time for his body to regenerate itself. Fuck. There would be a few strong words and a few kickings once Billy saw Viktor again. Holding onto the taller man's shoulders, he helped walk the Dane back into the bedroom, settling him down on the bed.
"You should try and drink some water. It'll help with the dehydration. Just slow sips."
He just goes along though he needs to more or less been half carried or dragged to the bed. Sitting heavily on the bed he waves off the water for the moment. He's afraid that it will send him back to the bathroom.
"In a bit." His usual cheer isn't there only a whisper. It takes him some times to move back on the bed to lay down. His head is pounding again, or at least he's noticing it.
Billy puts the glass of water down on Rik's bedside cabinet so he can reach over and get it if he wants. The poor guy was a mess but at least he'd stopped being sick for now. This was something. Sliding an arm around the Dane, he shoots him a sympathetic look. He pressed a kiss to the man's cheek and then stroked some of his thick hair. God, he loved that hair.
"Try to relax, mate. When I feel rough I often just close my eyes and take deep breaths. It works most times."
He knew he couldn't do much but he here for his friend and that was the main thing. Kicking Viktor's ass would come later.
Rik groaned and then climbed into Billy's lap to lay against his chest. Sitting up felt better than laying down anyway. He sifted around a little, pushing his hair out of his face before settling down. He's exhausted and may fall asleep quickly.
"The toys but it can be a mix of his dirty magazines too. He has shitloads of them."
Billy laughed and stroked some of Rik's blond hair softly while thinking about the upcoming recital. Bass and saxophone should be good to listen to. The Brit just loved everything about his talented smukke.
"Do you still remember when I plonked down at your table back at that bar while you were studying being boring?"
"The magazines might be easier to tape up." Rik started laughing. "I always get Aarne to tape things to the ceiling where others can't reach them."
He leaned into Billy and shifted to lay down with his head and shoulders in Billy's lap.
"I do." Rik smirked and started to giggle. "I wish I had a picture of your expression when I leaned over and kissed your cheek. You looked startled out of your head."
"Yeah, you're right. Easier than a huge great fucking dildo swinging around everywhere."
Billy just giggled and stroked Rik's hair once he laid down in the Brit's lap. The whole expression had been a sight and Billy had fallen for the Dane right off the bat. Hunter knew what he was doing that evening pairing the two up.
"Hunter is a sly old fox. He knew what he was doing pairing me up with you. He said you needed some company instead of your books."
"It's the only time he ever sent a groupie to talk to me." Rik snorted out laughter because he remembered clearly the moment when Billy said that he was a fan while they were in bed. The Brit was unlikely to ever be free of that.
"I know you call me a groupie and I don't mind being your only male groupie, smukke."
Billy just smiled fondly and poked Rik's side playfully whilst kissing the Dane on the neck just below his ear. Just laying with Rik felt so good and Billy enjoyed their quiet times together like this without the other crazy Danes shouting, screaming and being themselves. Sometimes, quiet time was needed.
Rik started to giggle. "You called yourself my groupie. I just agreed." It felt good to finally be able to look back on some part of his past and feel happy, feel something good. However that was lost in the screaming giggles as his side was poked and Billy kissed his neck where it tickled. If the Brit didn't want screaming Danes this wasn't the way to get it. However, Rik kissed Billy gently once his giggles subsided.
"If you want." Rik was happy to be here with Billy and the fact that everyone he cared about might well be in a similar situation in this moment beside someone who cared, even Ollie, nearly brought him to tears.
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Date: 2021-03-19 05:52 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2021-03-19 06:45 pm (UTC)From:He looked a fucking wreck.
"Oh, shit---Rik. I had no idea you were so bad. Here, I've got some painkillers for your head."
Pulling out the packet of pills, he popped two out and fetched a glass of water for the younger man. Passing it over, Billy placed a hand on the man's shoulder.
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Date: 2021-03-19 07:07 pm (UTC)From:"I ate... maybe a big spoons of coke." He follows to the bathroom because he can't stand still. He doesn't question what he's being given and just takes it and drinks the whole glass of water.
Under Billy's hand he's tense and nervously twitching. "How long will this last?"
He didn't like what cocaine did to him in general and now Rik liked it even less.
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Date: 2021-03-19 07:14 pm (UTC)From:Billy felt guilt knot in his stomach because it was partly his fault for someone in his band pranking the sugar bowl. Fuck. Viktor would get a fucking kick up his ass and some razor tongue for this shit. Poor Rik was sick and not good. Placing a hand on the Dane's arm, Billy helped steady him.
"It shouldn't last more than an hour. The effects you're feeling anyway. As for getting back to normal---maybe a few days for you to be yourself again."
He wouldn't leave. Billy would make sure Rik was going to be ok after nearly killing himself on coke. Fuck. For any user it would have been fine but the Dane wasn't a user. This was serious.
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Date: 2021-03-19 07:35 pm (UTC)From:"That's a long time." To his addled brain it sounded like forever. He was so sped up that it felt like everything else was too slow. The touch felt good and momentarily stopped the pacing.
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Date: 2021-03-19 07:46 pm (UTC)From:The band had to pay for the damages and Viktor got a good kick up the ass by the rest of the band for his three day coke bender. Fuck, that was embarrassing. The guy could often take it too far. Even Billy didn't set shit alight.
"I won't leave you, mate. You'll start to feel ok soon once the painkillers kick in. Come on, let's try to sit you down on the bed."
Billy filling the glass back up with water just in case Rik was dehydrated. That could often happen with the coke coating the tongue making the throat dry.
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Date: 2021-03-20 01:38 am (UTC)From:He wavers for a second and then turns and heads right into the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before he starts vomiting. The water wasn't sitting well in his stomach or maybe it was the pills or the cornflakes, who knew? It feels like shit because now his body is shaking from the coke and the exertion of vomiting.
"Billy!" His name comes out high pitched, almost frightened but Rik can't get any other words out before he's dry heaving. It's probably good to get anything out like when someone over drinks.
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Date: 2021-03-20 12:24 pm (UTC)From:"Rik----it's ok. I've got you. Just do what you need to do, I'm here."
His voice was tinged with worry and concern at seeing his friend puking his guts up due to the intoxication of the coke. His body was having a bad reaction to it. Billy wasn't going to leave because he couldn't. Not while Rik was in this state.
"You'll be ok, mate. Don't worry. I won't go anywhere."
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Date: 2021-03-20 12:32 pm (UTC)From:Once the heaving passes though some of the jittering shakes seem to go too. Groaning again he sits on the floor still leaning on the toilet. He felt exhausted and wanting to sleep but he felt too queasy from the bouncy, hyper feeling inside.
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Date: 2021-03-20 12:37 pm (UTC)From:"Pretty shit, eh? But at least you've got me here with you. Being on your own and sick it fucking sucks."
The guitarist knew that Rik would need rest and more water to help hydrate his drained body. He was making a mental note to himself to keep any coke away from the Dane. His body just couldn't deal with it. Not everyone could.
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Date: 2021-03-20 12:49 pm (UTC)From:"I should go to bed." Rik mumbles. He's so tired all the sudden. Not that he can sleep because he still feels hyper but his body feels exhausted.
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Date: 2021-03-20 01:03 pm (UTC)From:"Let's get you into bed, mate."
There was nothing even sexual or playful in his voice since Rik needed rest and time for his body to regenerate itself. Fuck. There would be a few strong words and a few kickings once Billy saw Viktor again. Holding onto the taller man's shoulders, he helped walk the Dane back into the bedroom, settling him down on the bed.
"You should try and drink some water. It'll help with the dehydration. Just slow sips."
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Date: 2021-03-20 01:09 pm (UTC)From:"In a bit." His usual cheer isn't there only a whisper. It takes him some times to move back on the bed to lay down. His head is pounding again, or at least he's noticing it.
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Date: 2021-03-20 03:38 pm (UTC)From:"Try to relax, mate. When I feel rough I often just close my eyes and take deep breaths. It works most times."
He knew he couldn't do much but he here for his friend and that was the main thing. Kicking Viktor's ass would come later.
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Date: 2021-03-20 04:21 pm (UTC)From:For Billy
Date: 2022-06-17 03:20 am (UTC)From:The toys or the magazines?
I was going to invite everyone. This one will be bass and saxophone. This one is to pass for my new instruments.
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Date: 2022-06-17 08:05 pm (UTC)From:Billy laughed and stroked some of Rik's blond hair softly while thinking about the upcoming recital. Bass and saxophone should be good to listen to. The Brit just loved everything about his talented smukke.
"Do you still remember when I plonked down at your table back at that bar while you were studying being boring?"
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Date: 2022-06-17 08:12 pm (UTC)From:He leaned into Billy and shifted to lay down with his head and shoulders in Billy's lap.
"I do." Rik smirked and started to giggle. "I wish I had a picture of your expression when I leaned over and kissed your cheek. You looked startled out of your head."
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Date: 2022-06-17 08:16 pm (UTC)From:Billy just giggled and stroked Rik's hair once he laid down in the Brit's lap. The whole expression had been a sight and Billy had fallen for the Dane right off the bat. Hunter knew what he was doing that evening pairing the two up.
"Hunter is a sly old fox. He knew what he was doing pairing me up with you. He said you needed some company instead of your books."
The Brit smirking and kissing Rik's lips softly.
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Date: 2022-06-19 03:03 am (UTC)From:"It's the only time he ever sent a groupie to talk to me." Rik snorted out laughter because he remembered clearly the moment when Billy said that he was a fan while they were in bed. The Brit was unlikely to ever be free of that.
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Date: 2022-06-20 07:46 pm (UTC)From:Billy just smiled fondly and poked Rik's side playfully whilst kissing the Dane on the neck just below his ear. Just laying with Rik felt so good and Billy enjoyed their quiet times together like this without the other crazy Danes shouting, screaming and being themselves. Sometimes, quiet time was needed.
"How about I give you that hand massage now?"
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Date: 2022-06-21 01:38 pm (UTC)From:"If you want." Rik was happy to be here with Billy and the fact that everyone he cared about might well be in a similar situation in this moment beside someone who cared, even Ollie, nearly brought him to tears.