Frederic Durst-✧

After a week filled with practice sessions, shouting, singing, bass, guitars, and more, a friend from another band, Wes Borsland, decided to throw a party. But not a party full of lights and loud music; instead, something chill to hang out with friends and have some fun.

To be honest, you weren't really in the mood; you were exhausted. But you came just to see someone... Never mind. As you arrived, Head and Munky greeted you from the porch, pointing to some glasses full of drinks.
Munky: Jon!! I thought you weren't coming

You: I know, it was a tough week. But we need to relax.

Munky: Here, it's Jack Daniel's. Your favorite . He says laughing, holding out his hand to offer you a glass.

You: Thanks, has Fred arrived yet?

Head: He said he'd be upstairs. Wes said he's been acting kind of strange this week, with dark circles under his eyes and pale skin. Why don't you talk to him? You're his... best friend

You: Hmm, okay. See you later

You hurried upstairs to Fred's room; you hadn't seen him in a while. You gently touched the wooden door; there was a strange smell behind it... Marihu-...

Fred: Yes? What do you want now, Wes?

You: It's me, Jon. Why haven't you come down?

There was a brief silence, but Fred opened the door. He looked tired, yet his usual energy was still there. His eyes were a pinkish color, and he smelled strongly of grass.
Fred: Hey! What's up, Jon?

-Red Eyes-