"Dude," pleaded Paulie, "That sign says NO TRESPASSING"
"Of course, stupid," Rick replied, "It's abandoned"
Rick squeezed through a hole that had clearly been cut through the chicken wire fence.
"Probably for a good reason," Paulie argued, looking warily at the barbed wire.
"Grow some balls," Rick hissed and headed off towards the warehouse. It was a huge, dark building and the few windows it had were all broken.
Paulie stood for a moment, considering leaving. But he knew Rick would never let him forget it. Besides, it was just a building. It wasn't going to attack him.
He crawled through the hole and dashed after Rick.
"Wait up!"
Although Rick didn't slow down, Paulie didn't find it difficult to catch up.
"I don't know why you invited me," Paulie moped.
"You have to meet these guys," Rick told him, "You'll love 'em"
Rick climbed inside through one of the broken windows. Paulie followed, but much more carefully.
He found himself in a large chamber full of derelict machinery. Rick led him through the labyrinth towards the center of the room.
There they found a small refuge, clearly not part of the original scenery. A mismatch of chairs, stools and been bags surrounded an upturned box doubling as a table. The area was illuminated by a variety of lamps and a string of fairy lights. Also, there were three people there.
Two guys and a girl, around Paulie's age. He didn't think he'd seen them at school.
"You made it," said the tallest of the three, boasting a beautiful head of long, tangled blond hair and a lightly stubbled chin,"Who's your friend?"
"This is Paulie," Rick introduced, "Paulie, this is Drake. That's Deb"
The girl smiled. She wore somewhat gothic apparel and had long, black hair that was very straight.
"And he's Stu"
The last boy waved. His head was completely shaved and his bare arms were covered in tattoos.
"Here," Drake threw them each a bottle of beer. Rick began to down his. Paulie took a polite sip.
Rick smacked his lips and turned to Stu. "You bring the stuff?"
Stu grinned maliciously and produced a shoe box which he placed on the upturned box.
Inside was an assortment of cigarettes and spliffs, all thrown in haphazardly.
Paulie felt his Adam's apple clog his throat.
"I, er..."
"Relax," Stu reassured him.
"It's not what you think," Drake smiled, "This stuff is...a little different"
"I dunno if this is what I enjoy," Paulie stammered meekly.
"How d'you know unless you try?" Deb pointed out.
"Grow some balls," Rick repeated.
Paulie looked at the box before him.