We Are The Ravers
Black smoke filled the early morning air as the two drivers staggered out of their van, which has been ran up a tree. Both of the drivers tried to make a run for it as a black sports bike stopped next to the van. The rider of the bike got off and fired his gun at the van’s fleeing occupants. The rider, after killing the occupants, turned his attention to what was inside the van. He opened the rear doors and quickly looted the contents of the rear of the van, stuffing them into a duffel bag and quickly speeding away on his bike, back into the darkness of the night. This caught the attention of a tall, lanky young man who lived in a nearby apartment building. He was going to the kitchen to procure some potato chips and soda when he saw the scene unfold through the apartment window.
The man’s name was Jamie. Jamie had long brown hair and had a habit of wearing track pants and a homemade black vest with a giant smiley face printed on the back, which was the universal symbol of Happy Hardcore, his preferred music of choice. Jamie shrugged off the criminal act he witnessed and searched through the cabinet for some potato chips. Jamie simply didn’t care about the robbery he witnessed, let alone anything that didn’t personally benefit him. After rummaging through the cabinets to no avail, he turned to his best friend, Alex, who was playing video games in the nearby living room and called out to her:
“Yo Alex!” called Jamie.
“What?” replied Alex.
“We’re out of chips-“
“We’re out of f*cking chips!”
“What’re you gonna do about it!?”
“I don’t know…” replied Jamie. Jamie quickly thought of a reply. After waiting for a few seconds, he finally came up with one.
“Give me some money to go down to the store and get some, yeah?”
Alex looked at Jamie for a few seconds before Jamie called back to her.
“You f*ckin’ deaf? Get me some cash so I can go down to the store and get some-“
“I’m going with you-“
“I don’t trust you with my money!”
Alex then got up, set the controller down on the coffee table that was cluttered with magazines and drug paraphernalia, and retrieved the wad of cash from her back pocket. She and Jamie then headed out the door of their apartment to the nearby corner store to stock up on the chips.
Alex, regardless of the weather, always thought it was cold. She would put on a flannel hoodie and warm sweatpants to go alongside her necklaces, bracelets, and other “kandi” accessories. She was always the leader since she was a child, telling people where to go and what to do, which followed her to her adult years with Jamie. Funnily enough, Alex was just like Jamie. They were both ravers, they were both self centered, and they were both vulgar. They were vulgar to others, they were vulgar to people’s possessions, and oddly enough, they were vulgar to each other. They didn’t care much about it, though.
The sun was slowly rising over the buildings as Alex and Jamie walked down the sidewalk on the way to the store. The sidewalk was deserted, aside from our heroes and a few parking meters. Alex and Jamie walked with their hands in the pockets, having nothing to say to one another. They’re the best of friends, seeing as they do everything together, have the same interests, and even live together. However, they rarely have anything to say to one another. Suddenly, a lanky man wearing a trenchcoat and ball cap emerged from an alleyway, gun in hand, and threatened Alex and Jamie for their money. Before he could finish his sentence, Alex tightened her fist and swung at the robber’s head, knocking him to the ground. Alex and Jamie quickly began to kick the robber as they yelled vulgar obscenities at him, mainly derivatives of the word “c*nt”. The robber then got up and ran away, leaving his gun behind. Jamie picked up the gun and examined it with Alex.
“Dumb f*cker left his gun behind”, Jamie stated.
“No sh*t, Sherlock”, Alex replied as she snatched the gun out of Jamie’s hands and examined it as they continued their walk to the store. The gun was what only could be described as a “Saturday Night Special”, with a short stubby barrel and small grip. The gun had a sleek silver finish with a black grip. After looking it over, Alex decided she didn’t want a gun that small, and gave it back to Jamie in the hopes that she would get something better. Jamie put the gun back in his back pocket as the two friends continued their silent walk to the store.
They arrived at the store right as it was opening. They wandered the aisles for chips, beer, frozen pizzas, and other delicacies that a couple of antisocial young adults like them indulge themselves in. They then took their picks and made their way to the cashier, who was a devout Australian immigrant, which could be shown by the giant sun hat he wore, the Australian flag hung up behind him, and “Down Under” playing on repeat all day in the store. As to why an Australian immigrant would open up a store in Michigan is anybody’s guess, but he sold what Alex and Jamie needed, and that’s all that mattered to them. He rung up their purchases as Alex checked her watch and Jamie browsed through the nearby magazine rack. He found a pornographic magazine depicting a very hairy man having a three-way with Siamese twins and a wolf. Jamie then sets the magazine back on the rack as the cashier addresses Alex in his thick Australian accent.
“That’ll be seventy-three dollars and six cents”, the cashier states. Alex pulls out the wad of cash she took with her and counts it briefly before conversing with the cashier.
“Aw sh*t,” groaned Alex, “I only have twenty bucks.”
“Well you’re either going to have to get rid of the forty-two pizzas, fifty-nine bags of chips, or twenty cases of beer, mate.” The cashier stated. After weighing her options to either put away the food and go hungry or take the food and run, Alex turns to Jamie and quickly called out to him before making her move.
“You take the pizza and chips, I’ll take the beer!”
Alex and Jamie quickly gathered up all the contents they planned to buy and hurried out the door, with the Australian shopkeeper running behind them, cursing angrily. The sun had not quite risen yet, but the darkness was not all gone. There were some people on the streets, just not as many. Jamie and Alex ran down the sidewalk, clutching their items as they ran around people and other street-side obstacles. Suddenly, they came across a main road that they had to run across in order to get back to their apartment. They were about to run across it until they noticed a large semi truck barreling down the road. They had to think quickly, to either stay where they were and be beaten senselessly by the shopkeeper, or take a chance and run across the street. They hesitantly chose the latter, barely being hit by the truck. The shopkeeper, however, wasn’t so lucky. He was turned into an pancake as Alex and Jamie hurried back home.
With beer in one hand and pizza in the other, the two friends reflected on their day so far while watching repeats of “Red Dawn” on public television.
New part coming soon, stay tuned