DJ, Ease My Mind Will You [Open]

[Isaac Lahey]

I don't care what people say
The rush is worth the price I pay
I get so high when you're with me
But crash and crave you when you leave



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Isaac couldn't stand it. He was tired of the nightmares. He was tired of sleep and the fact that he was having trouble with nightmares. He needed a distraction. Sure, he could run. He could train. There was so much he could do. However, he wanted a different distraction.

He hadn't told Derek where he was going, not that he thought his Alpha would care. He left with a 'Don't wait up' and disappeared into the night. He knew Derek could find him if he wanted. But after waking up an hour ago from a nightmare, the werewolf just needed to get out of his house.

He had made sure to change before he left. T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers were so much more appropriate for where he was going. He barely had any trouble with the fake ID he flashed at the bouncer on his way in. The guy gave it one glance, glanced at him, then let him in. Sometimes it worked to his advantage to look old enough to get in. It wasn't like his ID said he was thirty. It wasn't a stretch to say he was newly 21 years of age. A couple years and he really would be 21. But he also came here whenever he couldn't sleep so knew the bouncer and bartenders by name.

He loved the sounds. The party was in full swing. The music made him more confident as he strolled in. The fog that rolled across the dance floor from the dry ice, the strobe lights, the blaring music from the speakers, and everyone dancing. He couldn't help the smile that graced his lips. He could only imagine what Erica, Boyd, or the others would say if they knew he was here.

No, no. He was here to forget all about werewolves, hunters, and pack. He was here to just be Isaac. Teenage boy who just wants to have a good time, to forget life. He didn't even know where to go first, grab a drink or dance. Of course, some girl decided to grab his hand and tug him into the dancing. It was the nice thing about clubs, you made friends quickly.

He didn't even know how it escalated into some three way dance with another guy, but it just gave Isaac horrible deja vu with Jackson and Erica. He lasted the song before he had to excuse himself for a drink. He stumbled through the crowd to the bar, sliding his ID to the bartender as he ordered a drink.

He was rather happy when it arrived. Although it came just as a voice decided to speak up to him. The music barely drowning the person out. However, his werewolf hearing made him hear them just fine.

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NOTES: Open for anyone to join, anyone at all.
MUSIC: "Your Love Is My Drug" - Ke$ha

[Erica Jolene Reyes]

Erica had been bored with the life they were living. There’s only so much the girl could keep training before she wanted to pull her rather beautiful blond curls out of her head. Boredom was not something she could easily deal with. As something just to ease it she’d seen Isaac slip out. Just like he would countless nights. It was always something curious that she wanted to find out as she herself hardly slept. It wasn’t that she couldn’t just the insomniac in her begging to be in control. So what does she do? She lets it. Her sense took control in the night and that’s when she felt most alive.

It wasn’t hard to follow him. Not in the slightest. In fact Isaac hardly seemed like he was covering up. Worked more for her. This was the thrill, the hunt that perhaps she wanted for the time being. It seemed they all wanted out of their heads, even if just for a little bit. Amusement coursed through her body as she noticed where he wound up. The sounds and sight something to behold. Thank god she was dressed for something like this. Tight leather mini skirt, black heels, and a tight fitting red tank top that hugged all the right curves. Just a flip of her blond hair and she knew she was perfect for what she was setting out to do for this.

Erica knew what it felt like to get out of your own skin. To finally pull yourself out of all the training, all the death, and just be human. To be human for just a moment would be complete and utter freedom. To think that while she wanted to get away from her miserable human life so abruptly but now she yearned for it. There was a darkness coming, and she wasn’t prepared to see what that will become. But right now, right now she was just going to be an underage girl who snuck into a club. It didn’t take long as she walked into the throng of people, already the weight of the world falling off her shoulders as she spotted the one person she trusted in the world. There were a few in the pack, but Isaac…he was different. Giving him a moment of freedom as he pushed off to do his own thing she couldn’t help but smile.

With a small move of her hips, enough that made the men around her drool she pushed her way towards the one wolf in question. ”Isn’t it past your bedtime?” she teased him with a giant smirk on her lips. Quickly she moved forward and took his drink from him, sipping at it slowly as her hazel eyes gleamed mischievously at him. ”You know I wouldn’t peg you for such a partier Isaac. Always surprising a girl,” she laughed while sitting on the stool next to him. The movement causing her skirt to ride up just a bit more on her creamy white thighs. ”What would Daddy Derek think?” she snorted as she took another sip before holding his drink back out to him.

[Isaac Lahey]

I don't care what people say
The rush is worth the price I pay
I get so high when you're with me
But crash and crave you when you leave



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Isaac was tired of the sleepless nights. He was tired of all the times he woke up scared to death. Sometimes it wasn't his father who tortured him in his dreams. It would be Alison or Gerard or, sometimes, even his own packmates harming him in ways he knew they wouldn't do. Or maybe it was just him hoping that they would never betray him.

Whatever the reason, it kept him seeking new ways to pass the nights so he wouldn't have to return to those nightmares. He could avoid having to deal with them. He wasn't a confrontational person. No. He mostly gained his confidence due to the pack, he had more confidence when around them. When it was just him and Derek, or him and one other person, he was himself. There wasn't much to prove.

It's why he liked the club. No one knew him, he didn't know them. There would be no judging. He could even go home with a complete stranger and know he would never see them again. Although the likelihood of that happening were next to none. Not when a familiar voice decided to speak up.

He didn't even groan at realizing Erica was at the club. He should have expected her to appear. Isaac just couldn't find the strength to be angry. He just turned to glance at her. He could be a little annoyed, though, with her drinking his drink. However, he wasn't about to complain. "Maybe I'm secretly an alcoholic and I love the drinks here." It was his attempt at sarcasm. Werewolves weren't capable of getting drunk off alcohol, which sucked at times like this.

"Think? Who knows. He'd just growl, roll his eyes, and be all Alpha." Not like he could ground Isaac or anything. Right? He didn't think Derek took all responsibilities seriously. He hailed down the bartender again and order another drink. "I just needed a break from the regular nights. What's your excuse?" He needed a break from the nightmares. Usually he ran or went to the park, but this was a nice break from it.

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NOTES: None
MUSIC: "That Man" - Caro Emerald