The smell of beer, piss, and old pizza woke me up. I rubbed my eyes as I sat up and took in my surroundings. There were a bunch of half-naked people sprawled across the hotel room floor with burned out spliffs, empty vodka bottles, and a medley of uneaten pills encircling them. Next to me laid Josh – or was it Justin? – snoring like his nose was stuffed with cotton balls. Picking up a random pill off the ground, I tossed it into my mouth while I got up to search for a glass of water. I walked into the kitchen and turned on the tap, yet nothing came out. After further inspection, I saw that the pipe was in two. Shrugging my shoulders, I grabbed a half-drunken beer instead. Trying to avoid stepping on random limbs, I made my way towards the huge window in the middle of the room. London was looking as beautiful as ever, and I took in the skyline as I sipped on my lager. A grunt averted my attention, so I turned around and laughed as I saw my best friend Rusty attempt to stand up without falling over. She kicked a girl wearing a cat mask next to her in the process, but the coked-out whore just rolled over. Grabbing a nearby end table to steady herself, Rusty was finally up-right.

“Nice knickers,” I laughed as she stretched her arms over her head, bearing her midriff. They were ruffled boy-shorts and looked like something straight out of the 18th century.

“Oh, this coming from ‘I’m Famous’?” She smacked my novelty underwear-clad ass. I laughed and handed her my beer. She took a swig and looked around. “Top notch, innit?” She kicked a guy wearing a Superman cape. I winked at her and lit a cigarette. I puffed the smoke out of my mouth while I thought of a plan. Once I mentally made a schedule for the day, I stubbed out my cigarette into the nearest person’s shirt.

“Alright, well, I’m going to take advantage of the shower. Do you want to take one after me?” Rusty nodded and I made my way into the bathroom. As the water ran down my body I began to feel the pill I took earlier. The water was dancing around my skin and I spun around the shower like a ballerina. I used half of the hotel shampoo and body wash, because I would never be a wanker to Rusty. She was my best friend for as long as I could remember. I remember the day I fell in love with her at age eight when I saw her putting worms in a boy’s trousers. I walked up to her and told her we would be best friends forever, and she smiled and handed me a worm. There wasn’t one week where Rusty and I weren’t trying to get in trouble. I liked the rush, and she enjoyed the attention. Being the middle child of a family of five, Rusty could pretty much get away with anything because her parents were too busy with four other kids. I, on the other hand, had received everything I had every wanted when I was a child. My parents bought me anything and everything as long as I wouldn’t throw a tiff and embarrass them in public. The perks of being from a family who cares more about their reputation than anything else. Many nights it was just my younger brother and I fending for ourselves while my mother and father were off trying to impress all the big-shots in town. It was the perfect time to throw countless parties, so I couldn’t complain. Once I washed the bodily fluids of Josh-Justin off my body, I hopped out of the shower wrapped in a nice-fluffy white towel. It was so soft that I decided to take it with me once we left. Rusty hopped in the shower after me and I went to gather my things. I threw on my bra and panties from the previous night and towel-dried my hair. Looking at myself in the mirror, one would never guess what mischief I had gotten into last night. I walked back into the trashed living room to try and find the rest of my clothes. Picking up what seemed like hundreds of arms, legs, and everything in between; I finally found my skeleton heart Wildfox Couture shirt and red-leather Rich and Skinny jeans. One of my black BLINK studded ankle booties was on top of the refrigerator, and the other was hanging off a lamp shade. I made my way into the only bedroom, which was practically untouched. I opened the first drawer of the dresser – my constant hiding place for Rusty’s and my handbags. For some reason, no one ever uses the dressers at the parties we go to, so in order to make sure we don’t lose our purses, I always hide Rusty’s and mine in them. I pulled out my black Mulberry satchel and pulled out my make-up bag. I touched up my face to look presentable – a lesson mommy taught me – and then walked back out to the chaos. Rusty was out of the shower now and I tossed over her handbag. While she applied her make-up, I slipped my hand into Josh-Justin’s back pocket and pulled out his wallet. I grabbed the blue Visa next to his ID and read the card. James Burke…eh, I was close enough. I put the card into my purse and kissed his cheek, leaving a dark purple lip-mark. Rusty was gurgling mouth wash by the kitchen sink and I took the bottle to do the same.

“So, which one did you come with again?” Rusty asked as she picked glitter off her dress. I pointed to James, “This bloke here in the corduroys. Nice cock, he just doesn’t know how to use it properly.” She pinched my arm which caused me to drop the open bottle of Listerine on the countertop, blue liquid accompanying the already present mess. “Lucky, bitch. At least he’s fit. I was stuck with Porky the Pig over there.” She aimed her finger towards a chubby boy wearing white briefs and a pit-stained wife-beater. I began to crack up and she pinched me again. “Fuck off it’s embarrassing! He had a lot of spliff so I had to. And to top it all off he’s a Kraut. Fucking smelled like wiener schnitzel the whole night.” I gave my best friend a hug. Poor thing couldn’t resist a good high.

I grabbed Rusty’s hand and we strolled out the door and down the hallway of the hotel. We passed a maid’s cart on our way out, and we each grabbed about five of everything and stuffed them into our purses, never missing a beat with each step. The bellhop smiled as he saw us descend down the stairs and opened the door in order for Rusty and me to walk out into the crisp London air.

“Where did we bloody park, again?” Rusty asked as she searched around the street. I led her down a few blocks past the hotel and we approached my red Mini Cooper – a graduation present from daddy – on a side-street by an old packing-company building. We got into the car and I grabbed the card out of my pocket. “Now, where do you think James would like to us shopping. Topshop?” Rusty cheered and I drove my car to get us some new clothes.

An hour and a thousand dollars later, Rusty and I emerged from Topshop with brand new outfits. Rusty went for a darling teal blue tulip dress with nude flats, while I went for more edgy choices. I chose black and white striped jeans, a multi-colored bralet underneath a denim biker jacket with leather sleeves, black wedge trainers, and a hot-pink beanie on my head. I lit a cigarette while Rusty called a friend to see where the parties were tonight. While she chatted away, I heard a bunch of screaming girls and cameras flashing. I looked over to the other side of the street where there were hoards of paparazzi and young primary-aged girls crowded over someone. One of the girls was short enough so I could see who the hype was all about. He was tall, probably over six foot, and he had brown curly hair that looked like it had been styled the same way for years. On his chest was an old KISS t-shirt, and he wore skinny dark denim jeans with white Converse. I glanced on while I smoked my fag, and he caught my eye at one point. We stared at each other while tons of girls grabbed at his every being. He had a smolder about him, and I watched on blankly as I smoked. Rusty grabbed my shoulder, breaking my gaze.

“Poppy says there’s a huge piss-up down on Regent Street later if you wanna check it out. It’s BYOD though, and I’m all out of spliff. What are we gonna do, Toni?” Fuck, if I had known it was ‘bring your own drugs’ I would have gathered some pills off the floor this morning. I looked back up at the commotion and Mr. Famous was still staring on. He winked, very slightly so no one else would notice, but so I would. I took one last puff my cigarette, “I think I know where we can find some, Rus.” I stubbed my cig into the pants of a passerby and walked towards my vehicle. There are hundreds of places to find drugs in London, and, seeing as how we’d done it dozens of times before, I knew Rusty and I could find some in no time.