its never enough [open]

[CALEB GABRIEL BLACK]

Tossing in his bunk, Caleb groaned. He couldn’t tell what time it was, but it was probably late. He had been out the night before, nothing too out of the ordinary. And by the sound of things, he had probably drunk too much...and used too much too. Parties were his weakness; heck alcohol and cocaine were full stop. Recalling last night as becoming a problem...he honestly couldn’t think, his mind was just drawing a blank. Rubbing his temples, he rose to a sitting positioning, rubbing his shaking limbs. He was still coming down...though ti had been hours since he touched the coke. But that as just it, the crash from the coke was often gradual, and didn’t lift for a day or so. Or until he used more. And he tended to do the latter.
But...not right now. He wasn’t in the mood to go track down dealers, nor did he have anything on him or in his bunk. Plus...he was pretty certain he had a set later, which was just great. He perhaps wasn’t in the best of moods this afternoon, but he got up regardless, anxious to get out of the bus, before the ones came back in, to annoy him, as he put it. He did get along with his bandmates; yet there were times when he did feel like they were too much. Plus he could be a bit of an introvert at times, liking his own space. It depended of course, as sometimes he hated being alone.

But today, he would rather take that chance, as he needed a breath of fresh air, despite how hungover he was, being back on the bus would probably make it worse. He stumbled up from his bunk, regaining his balance, as he rooted around for his clothing. Not always easy, as he usually just threw things down in a heap. No one ever said the ltgt bus was tidy, not his bunk anyway. He would never say he cared about any of that stuff, not cleaning anyway. He managed to find a shirt and jeans, which he quickly changed into before, wandering to the bathroom to wash his face, shift his fringe out of his eyes then head back out into the kitchen area to grab some water and a couple of painkillers. Downing the glass and pills quickly, he was soon ready to take off on his random gander round the area.

Slamming the bus door behind him, he winced slightly at the noise that made his headache that little bit worse. He soon sauntered out from the parking lot, pulling out a cigarette from his jeans pocket and then lighting it. It wasn’t as nearly as relieving as a hit...but it would have to do, until later on. He sighed as the smoke escaped from his lips, slightly wondering where to head next.

Caleb quickly realised he needed to sit down...but was at a lose on where to head exactly. He wandered round the venue a little more, stopping to look round the merch tents, picking up a few t-shirts gingerly, inspecting them with fake concentration. He did mange a few stares...but honestly with the way he was feeling right now, he couldn’t care less. The singer couldn’t decide on where to go, so he settled for slumping behind one of the merch tents, idly smoking as he brought his knees up to his chest. Perhaps not the best of hiding spots but it would have to do for the time being.