OOC: Very true

Lucifer laughs, "I don't know!!" he roles on the floor laughing until he roles onto one of the empty bottles and cracks it.
He jumps up quickly after hearing the crack. "What was that?! He turns around and looks down at the floor to find a broken bottle on the floor where he was lying. Something red drips onto his white shoes, but he just ignores it. He sits back down and notices that his hoody is ripped on the left sleeve - but fails to notice the shard of glass sticking out of his arm.
"Mate we are almost out of drink! We need to get more!"

"Sound mate! I know a little place where we can get as much stuff as we want for pretty low prices. It isn't perfectly legal but who gives a fuck!". Lucifer gets up and stumbles over the bottles, leaning against a tree.
"Let's go!" he starts to walk back towards the highrise buildings and dull city streets. He stops at the edge of the road to wait for PostScript to catch up with him.

Lucifer stumbles off towards the city; following back alleys and dimly lit roads with his hood up until he finds the back of the shop where he wants to be. He is alone now, he seems to have lost PostScript - a shouting was heard a while back but the drug wouldn't let him turn around. If he wasn't going forwards it felt like he wasn't functioning.
Lucifer knocked on the door and the turned away from it. He waited or a minute for the door to open.
"Who is it?" a rough manly voice came from behind the door, Lucifer looked at him and only his bright eyes where visible under the hood. The man opened the door further, "What do you want?"
"Lots of cheap alcohol."
"You got any of the stuff?"
Lucifer nods and reaches into his pocket again. He produces two bags of the substance him and PostScript had taken earlier. The man gave him the alcohol and then closed the door, leaving Lucifer out on his own.
He stumbled back to the park to find PostScript lying unconscious on the floor...
"Fucking leightweight..." and with that he sat back under the tree and opened this new crate of alcohol, to slowly drown ou the rest of the world...

Scott continues to sit on a bench reading a book, as bandmate Josh Dalton walks up behind.

Josh: HEY!!!
Scott: (jumps) Damn it man, you gave me a fright
Josh: Haha, that was the plan, so what you doing?
Scott: Well I was succesfully avoiding you.
Josh: Oh, didn't work out too well for ya then did it (laughs)

Brandon smiles and puts his arms around Hannah.

Brandon: Nah, I was tempted though, 18 hours is a pretty long flight.

Brandon: No need to apologize, I get to see you, that's as good an excuse as any.

Brandon: Well, I wouldn't have been able to relax.

Brandon: Yeah sure, I gotta see my first ever Hannah Beth concert, I'll definitely come see your show.