"Yo, Hanson." Marty said. "Have a beer."
Taylor caught the can that was thrown his way and tossed it back.
"No thanks."
Marty rolled his eyes in disgust.
"Ok, but it's your loss."
"C'mon Tay, lighten up." Jade encouraged, taking a sip of her own drink.
Taylor just brushed her comment away. He knew he should leave, but there was something that was making him stay. Something other than wanting to hang around his junkie girlfriend. He wouldn't realise for many months, perhaps years from now that the reason was the old stereotypical job description of a rock star: 'sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll'. He didn't know then that he subconsciously wanted to prove that He, Taylor Hanson, the rock star could got to a wild, alcohol-swilling, drug-dealing, sexually-stimulating, overly-loud music playing party and leave a sober, still-hearing virgin.
As a result, Taylor spent most of the evening sitting on a couch with Jade. Jade, being the junkie that she was, had been taking a lot of the, err, consumables (to make a long list short) and was now totally high and completely outta control. Taylor had a very, uhh, interesting time pulling her hands out from underneath his clothes. And that's putting it mildly I might add. In fact, at one stange she tried to drag him upstairs, but Taylor (knowing what would happen) wouldn't let her.
Inevitably, and understandably, Taylor was at the brunt at some rather rude sneers and jokes, but he didn't care. Besides, they'd probably all forget in the morning.
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The first thing that happened when Taylor arrived home was that he got a very suspicious look from Isaac as he passed him in the hall to his room.
"Do I look like I'm stoned?" Taylor asked when he questioned him about the less-than-enchanting stench. "Really Ike, who do you take me for?"
"Maybe you shouldn't hang around those guys any more..." Isaac suggested tentatively.
Isaac did not like Taylor coming home like this at all.
"Ike! I'm perfectly capable of making my own choices, thank you."
"Yeah, well, I'm just -"
"- worried about me. I know."
Isaac shook his head with a faint smile.
"Well," Isaac said after a short pause "if you go out to one of these parties gain, have a shower before you come home. 'Cause basically Tay, you stink."
Taylor laughed.
"Yessir." He replied with a salute, and continued walking.
"You would not want Mom and Dad to catch a whiff." Isaac warned.
Taylor turned back to him.
"Yeah, I know. Don't worry. And thanks."