On a hot and humid night inside a mansion rented by a group of 'friends', situated on the suburbs of the capital of Country X. The blaring sound of music rang throughout the silent district. Echoing through the empty streets and discontinued constructions.
David Dawn sat listlessly on top of the couch located in the living room, where the ear deafening sound of music originated. Surrounded him are his friends, busying themselves with alcohol, drugs and women.
He wore a nice, silk shirt decorated with different patterns of shapes and colors. Between his unbuttoned collar is a necklace made out of white gold, hanging on it a buddhist jade. His despairing eyes yet emotionless face covered under the dark lighting of the room.
" I don't believe it." He chuckled darkly.
Suddenly, a hand approached his shoulders, wrapping over his neck.
"Cheer uupp mannn" The young man slurred. Seemingly taking a moment to take a closer at David he continued. "We are finished man, we are done!" The young man continued a bit deliriously. "We have finished that IB hell and we are free of all bullshit for the next year broo" The young man mumbles initially which eventuates into a scream, in his attempts to speak over the glaring music.
"And besides, tonight is fun night and all the sad bullshit is for tomorrow… or the day after that" The young man said with glee. David however, didn't seem to put the young man's words in his mind and continued his sulking in the corner. A bit dissatisfied that his words didn't have the intended effect, the young man continued contemptuously, "If what you got is bad then what about the rest of us?, Are we to be considered dog fucking water then?"
David chuckled dryly and shook his head, remaining non-vocal. The duo sat in silence for a while, one brooding while another chugged cans of beer down his throat when a voice screamed out from the bar behind the sofas, "Boss Twain is here!". The duo perked up and turned to look at a tall and handsome young man standing on the third floor, both raising a drink to greet the former. Boss Twain chuckled and responded similarly with a glass of wine, flashing a Richard Mille on his wrist unintentionally. Boss Twain then continued to converse with another, a second generation oil tycoon.
To many, this situation might sound like a typical gangster meet up. While there is some merit in that thought, all of the young men in that mansion could all be considered young masters in their own right and if not, of wealthy upper class. This was the year of 2022 and the end of class 2022 where all these young masters were once students of, and this event, was an end of year party of only the 'boys'. This could not be any more wrong however, as before long, a group of women accompanied by a group of men arrived at the isolated mansion, bringing with them dozens of ice cold medical cylinders. These cylinders contained a type of gas typically used in hospitals for medical procedures and typically used outside as a type of 'legal' hallucinogen, or in other words, drugs.
Before long, the sofa was filled with the soft bodies of the women, accompanied by David and the group of young men. What was particularly interesting was the fact that each and every one of them seemed to each hold a large balloon, periodically zoning out, smiling foolishly. One particularly sober kid was taking charge of grabbing more balloons and filling them with the gas contained within the metal cylinders.
"Brothers, are you having fun?" screamed the oil tycoon young master smirking with a girl next to him whom he continued to grope forcefully. He was responded with the ghoulish scream of his brethren, as well as the promiscuous giggles of the accompanying women who he had paid out of his own pockets for the pleasure of his brothers.
One kid in particular was already balls deep into one of the girls in the pool outside, where the girl was desperately hanging on the rusty handrails to keep herself above the chlorinated water.
Despite the sinfully beautiful atmosphere, David Dawn seemed out of place as he continued sitting listlessly, only differing in the presence of the balloon that was getting alarmingly smaller in his mouth. Around him lay a few dozen deflated balloons that had either flown out of his hand in his bouts of drug induced unconsciousness or had been rightfully disposed of after it had outlived its usefulness.
Although it seemed that such wanton usage of the mysterious gas is dangerous, it seemed to be a much better alternative to the more well known, conventional drugs like cocaine or meth as it would induce no addiction nor any withdrawal symptoms. Of course, there lays consequences should it be taken in large quantities, however, same can be said for everything. David was not worried however, for it was not his first time taking this kind of drug and considering how he was more scared of a hangover than the almost nonexistent side effect of the said drug, he is going to let loose of the restrictions he had placed on himself for just one night. For just tonight, he shall be free of all worries and by the will of the gods, he shall have no more mortal worries.