LOCATION: LAS VEGAS?

  DATE: ?

  RESETS: ?

  Yoooo! That was the trippiest trip I ever had in my entire fucking life. I didn't even know what the past, present, or future was anymore... haha.

  How dare you?

  Is yo mama real?

  I am sorry. I am a language model and I cannot assist you.

  What managed to be even more forceful in awakening twenty-four-year-old Iker than the bass aggressively reverberating throughout the bathroom was the distinct smell. It was not terrible, but it was not pleasant either. If a smell could be described as belonging to the world, this would be it.

  There was an unsettling and cosmic familiarity to the ad-clad bathroom the supine Iker found himself in.

  Wow, this must have been the worst bender yet, Iker thought, resting a sweaty palm on his even sweatier forehead. I don't even remember what happened before this crazy ass trip. Wow. What the fuck were those dreams?

  "You've fucking lost it haven't you?"

  Yup.

  Iker's body no longer veiled how cold the white and spinning marble floor was. He recognized the voice, but he was still far from sober.

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  "Camilo? Is... is that you?" Iker whispered.

  "Who else do you think it is?"

  "Is this Piranha? Why am I here?" Iker asked.

  "Oh. You don't recognize your own boyfriend, but you know which nightclub you're in huh?" Camilo asked.

  "I am not sober for fuck's sake. Wait... we're in a relationship?"

  If anything stopped Camilo from being a blur in Iker's drug-induced haze, it was the utter heartbreak causing Camilo's big eyes to widen to their fullest. Iker's focusing vision revealed that Camilo had no intention of going out, he simply put on whatever gym clothes lied around their home to find Iker in this particular stupor.

  "I am taking you to detox. Then... I have every intention of never seeing you again. I'll take all your nerdy shit to the rehab if I have to."

  The latent feelings Iker had for Camilo in this timeline poured in, overpowering the flashback of Camilo taking his life in that delirious... yet so real dream. It did however cause Iker to slide away from Camilo before he managed to pull Iker up.

  "Come on. You're lucky I want to help you," Camilo added while trying to grab him again.

  "I had this really bad dream with you..." Iker mumbled.

  "Maybe it's a sign. Come on," Camilo commanded, lifting him up.

  This place and time Iker found himself in trying desperately to sober up...

  It was the most stable yet.

  Maybe it was just a really really really bad trip.

  Iker did pass out in the back of Camilo's car, yet there were no jumps to another fantasy realm.

  Just the reality that Iker was another r0cbyte junkie in the gay community.

  Iker had no embarrassing intention to ask Camilo and ask when it was.

  He had no interest in further humiliating himself.