#i crossed out the bit that mentions the v*miting so people wanting to avoid it can do it easily and still read the para

[beck-derringer]

Perfect Exceeder || Flashback

Date: 2009 (Two weeks before joining The Bat Ray)

Location: Night club in Rungung

Notes: Some hard partying ends in a not-so-pleasant night for Beck (Contains: Vomit TW, drugs)

Mixing alcohol and stimulants was never a good idea, but luckily Beck already failed to have good ideas for the past few months so she wasn't currently bearing the weight of being concerned for her well-being. She'd lost count of the whiskys she had - four? Five? Oh, then there were the free shots a hottie at the bar gave her... And some weird pink powder she snorted.

That powder was the real star of her night, because everything felt amazing. Especially with the aforementioned hottie, in the dimly lit, most-likely-filthy bathroom stall they found themselves in. Beck definitely hit her head a couple of times as the unnamed Erkuss man showed her a good time, but the pain felt incredible so she hadn't complained. Once it was over, and the man was struggling to drunkenly put his pants back on, Beck simply gave him a pat on the shoulder before staggering out of the bathroom stall and leaving him to figure it out on his own. Her underwear had been lost at some point, but since she was wearing a dress tonight, she decided things would be fine. Time for more drinks.

It had been a week since her spat with Jude. She hadn't spoken to him since, and frankly she was fine if he went to go fuck himself anyway. Tonight was about releasing all the negative energy in her life right now. The strobe lights in the club were beautiful tonight. So much blue, purple, and red. She felt like she could almost taste the colors. Alcohol tasted like water to her at this point in the night, so the new whisky she ordered at the bar went down just the same. Another tall Erkuss man, different from her restroom companion, approached. He also looked under the influence, judging by the dopey smile on his face. Without even introducing himself, he extended his hand to reveal a small orange tablet. A freebie in exchange for dancing with him. That was an easy yes.

Beck grabbed the tablet and popped it, then grabbed his hand and dragged him to the dance floor. She hadn't even asked what the tablet was supposed to do, but that was because she was really focused on how rough his hand felt. Wow, she thought, hypothetically he could probably rip her apart. She thought that was hot.

Like any drugged up young person would do, it didn't take long for them to grind against each other. His shirt was so soft. Beck was clutching it as if any moment she was going to rip it off of him. Then they were making out. His lips were dry, and maybe that wasn't so nice. And he smelled like sweat. But at least his shirt was soft. She felt a shift happen with her body, like she was becoming even more high than she already was, which must've been the mysterious orange tablet at play. She pulled away to look up at her new, tall druggie friend. And under the flashing lights, she realized he looked different.

Blonde highlights. Violet eyes. Dimples.

Beck pulled back to get a better look. Holy shit. What the fuck?!

"T-Teddy?" she blinked in disbelief. The flashing lights suddenly weren't nice anymore. Her stomach felt funny. Why was she still holding onto him?

The man flashed back to how he was before. Brunette with gold eyes.

"Who?" he asked, confused. Then the lights flashed him back into "Teddy".

Terrified at the change, Beck pushed him away from her. He was clearly surprised by how strong someone of her size was, because he nearly flew all the way back into a group of dancers. He flashed back to normal. Then to Teddy.

She was really feeling nauseous now. Did she remember where the restroom was? Fuck. She clutched her stomach, then pushed through people in the direction of where she hoped the bathroom was. She felt dizzy. Was that the alcohol or the drugs? Or just the fact she was hallucinating her former wingman? Most likely all of the above.

By some miracle, she reached the restroom. She yanked back someone who was about to walk into a close by stall, then used the last of her strength to launch herself at the toilet and release all of the alcohol and drugs she had spent the evening consuming.

Her head was pounding. Her body felt like it was on fire. How much did she drink? Fuck. She wasn't so sure she was going to be able to get up. She reached into her pocket to locate her comms device. If she could just get to it, she could call Jude and ask him to pick her up. She found it, and pulled it out and dialed Jude, but in that moment her entire body decided to give up. She plopped onto the floor.

"Fuuuuuck," she groaned, closing her eyes. She felt so weak. Was she dying? Was this what dying felt like?

Her eyes felt heavy, but she managed to eventually open them. The stall felt like it was spin, and all she could focus on was the ceiling. She felt like she heard Jude trying to talk to her through the device, but the music from outside the bathroom made it difficult to hear. Oh well, he'd figure it out.

Or maybe not. Didn't matter. Dying on the bathroom floor of a nightclub seemed very fitting for her, she thought. Maybe Teddy would've enjoyed seeing her like this.