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Gerard stumbled into the dark hotel room, trying to remember the name of the girl he was with… Melanie? Melissa? Michelle? He blinked a few times, trying to force his headache away, lifting his almost finished bottle of rum to his lips, taking a big gulp. He giggled a bit as the girl let go of his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him. He let her, thinking of how he liked making out with bottles so much more than girls… She moved down.. What’s she doing? He thought, then realising a split second later. She undid his pants as Gerard took another swig of his rum, swaying slightly. The girl pushed him down on to a bed, yanking down his pants and taking him in her mouth. Gerard giggled slightly, drinking more. The girl sucked enthusiastically as the feelings inside Gerard intensified and he bucked his hips into her, moaning. He forgot temporarily about his rum, trying to see through the haze enough to enjoy this girl camped out between his thighs. He moved his hands to her head, dropping the now empty bottle, finding her hair and pulling it slightly as it bobbed a bit. His breathing got increasingly deeper and faster as she picked up the pace more, and more, until he felt his whole body surge over and he thrusted his hips upward as he came. After a few seconds the girl giggled again and got up onto the bed. Who was she? Well, Gerard didn’t know. She was just another black clad MCR fan, hanging around after a show to get an autograph. Well, that is until Gerard smiled her way. He tossed her an AAP and strutted off. Well, she followed, and hung around at a backstage party, flirting with him across the room, watching him get drunker and drunker, till she appeared by his side some 4 hours later, taking him by the hand and rushing to the hotel she was staying at. Gerard sat up and took a deep breathe.
“I- I should probably go… The guys… yep.” He mumbled, standing up and staggering out slowly. The girl nodded, knowing there was no point trying to make him stay. He was Gerard Way, and he wouldn’t remember her face the next morning. She whispered goodbye and shut the door after him.
He walked through the streets of… (Where am I)… a city, still drunk, humming, till he found a nice looking park and sat down. He pulled out his cellphone and pressed 4. He had his mom and bandmates on speed dial, so it had to be someone good. A familiar voice answered groggily.
“Hello?”
“Hey, hey, hey Mikey!” Gerard slurred to his brother.
“Gee! Where are you, man? We saw you go off with that chick… Are you with her?”
“Nah man. Where are you guys? I like, have no freakiiin idea where I am, y’know?”
“ Fuck, Gee.” Mikey sighed. “We’re at the Hilton. Where are you?”
“Uuuuum, a park.” Said Gerard, in a sing song voice that told Mikey he was fucking wasted. Well, there’s only one park round these parks, Mikey thought.
“Right, I’ll be there soon.” He said, hanging up.

GERARD’S POV.
I woke up with a horrible headache, in an unfamiliar hotel room. There was another figure sleeping in the bed next to mine, and a suitcase I identified as my own was at the foot of my bed. I got up, nursing my head, and made my way across the room to a little fridge that sat under a counter. I opened it to reveal a host of various mini bottles of alcohol. I smiled and took out as many as I could carry, wandering back to bed and going under the covers with that who I love the most.

FRANKIE’S POV.
I opened my eyes to a bright alarm clock which told me that it was 11am. I wrinkled my nose and rolled over, looking to Gerard’s bed. At first I thought he was still asleep, till I heard clinking and saw the covers move. I rolled my eyes and sat up “Gerard?” No reply, then a muffled “Mmmm?” I got up and walked to his bed, pulling the covers off, only to find him curled up around an assortment of empty, unopened and half full bottles of booze, and a bottle of pills that had spilled all through his bed. “Morning Frankie.” Gerard muttered, as I sighed and walked away without replying.