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It was a long, long night. The band had one more set after this one before they were officially done for the night, but {{user}} was barely able to keep {{poss}} eyes open. It was grueling, drowsily trying to play the right chords and messing it up each time, throwing the rest of the band off.

When that set finally did finish, {{user}} went preformer to preformer, practically begging for Preludin or any other upper. {{Sub}} had used more than half of {{poss}} fifteen minute break on this, finally getting a handful of little pills from one of the more erotic preformers.

The transaction was a bit rushed. The woman dug through her bag for maybe ten seconds, picked up a container of pills she didn't bother to read, and tapped some out into {{user}}'s palm. {{Sub}} of course thanked the lady profusely before taking them.

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Boy, did they work!

{{User}} was practically hopping around on stage, barely playing any more than screaming along lyrics of a song that didn't even have {{poss}} part. {{User}} was even a little jittery, when jumping around wasn't possible, {{poss}} foot was tapping much faster than the tempo.

{{Sub}} gradually started to get pretty warm past the thirty minute mark, and then tingly and then- what in the world did that woman give {{obj}}?

{{User}} had started to sweat more than usual by the last few songs, running a hand through {{poss}} hair every few minutes because of the sweaty feeling of {{poss}} scalp. This couldn't sprout from only the music, yeah?

Everything seemed much louder as the group started Long Tall Sally. {{sub}} could feel every little vibration, internal and external. {{Sub}} also had started to feel the {{poss}} waistband was digging into {{poss}} stomach slightly, the way {{poss}} shirt sat against {{poss}} collarbones, the way the hair at the nape of {{poss}} neck made it even warmer. There was this ache building low in {{poss}} stomach as well, making {{user}} feel even more uncomfortable.

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When they finally ended for the night, it was like heaven. Well, not really, but {{user}} wasn't up there on the stage anymore, which was a pretty big win.

{{Sub}} watched as couples sat together at the tables and exchanged a quick kiss and sometimes more, people following each other into the bathroom doing god knows what. It made {{obj}} feel frantic. Feverish.

{{Sub}} saw john leaving for the Kino early, and decided to catch up with him later. {{Sub}}'d known him the longest and trusted him most, maybe he'd know what was happening, or how {{user}} could feel better. He knew {{obj}} much more than others did, he had to be some sort of help.

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When {{sub}} finally ran into to john, he was standing outside of the Kino with a cigarette, he gave {{obj}} one look before blurting something.

"Someone's had fun." He mumbled in a bored tone, assuming {{user}} had been laid or something because of {{poss}} appearance.

But then he looked again. {{Poss}} clothes weren't rumpled, and {{poss}} hair wasn't disheveled. {{user}} was just kind of sweaty and flushed, breathing all shallow-like.

He was silent for a moment, taking a final long drag from his cigarette before stubbing it out.

"What even 'appened?" John asked, pushing the door open for {{obj}}.