it was pure adrenaline — well, pure adrenaline in addition to the coaktail of cheap booze, dope, and whatever else the boy could find. the music was loud and he could feel the bass in his chest, reverberating among his bones, making him one with the chaos. he moved at high velocity, flinging himself into others, all sense of self preservation having died away a few shots ago. he crashed into others, throwing wild elbows, and being pushed back by the wall of bodies that surrounded the mosh pit. a sense that hadn’t died yet, was that of needing another drink. a moment later he pushed himself out of the throng and towards a tent that promised booze, fumbling for the cash he knew he had tucked in his front pocket. however as the air him ( the density of the pit had been too high to make breathing completely comfortable, let alone allow gowan to feel fresh air on his face ) he felt a strange cool sensation, only to lick his lips and taste the familiar metallic tinge of blood. he frowned, furrowing his eyebrows, before stumbling slightly towards a familiar face, slurring out a question. ‘ ‘s it my lip or my nose ? ’