Trip to Neverland

It began like any typical day for a student. The house creaked with the snores of four friends as Peter, Wendy, John and Michael dreamed the day away. They lived for the night, and the one they had planned required as much rest as possible.
Early evening, as they wiped the sleep from their eyes, they cracked open the cheap vodka and red bull, growing tipsy as it flooded their blood streams. After each had drank their last drop, the four friends made their way into town.
At their favourite nightclub, Peter got the first round. Drinks in hand, he pushed through the swarming crowd towards his housemates. Swaying to the pounding music and blinking through the flicker of neon lights, he quickly checked his pocket to make sure the packet of pills he'd just acquired hadn't fallen out.
"Alright, guys," he shouted over the music as he passed his friends the drinks. "Vodka lemonade for you, and two ciders. And guess what? I got it. Get ready for a good night."
"Oh, hell yes!" exclaimed John.
"Who'd you get it from this time?" asked Wendy as Peter slipped a pill into her hand.
"This guy they call Hook."
"Why do they call him that?" asked Michael.
"'Cause he gets you hooked on this stuff!"
"Same stuff we had last time?"
"No, John mate. It's better. It's new. They call it Fairy Dust."
"Well then, take me to the fairies!" John swallowed his tablet, and the others mimicked.

In the early hours of the morning, after three clubs and more pills than they could count, the four students made their way across the bridge that would lead them home.
"Hey, what you doing? We're supposed to be coming down now." Wendy tugged at Peter as he swallowed another pill.
"I'm just getting started."
"Peter, she's right," cut in Michael. "I admit, it is good stuff, and we had a great night. But, come on man. Let's get home in one piece."
"I'm bloody invincible though." Peter climbed onto the bridge railing. "And you know what? I can fly too."
"For god's sake, get down." Wendy grabbed his arm, but he shoved her away.
"You can fly too, Wendy! Come on, we'll do it together. Just think of something good."
"Are you crazy?" shouted John. "Get down."
"Look down there." Peter pointed to the water under the bridge. "Those pirates. They want a piece of me."
"You're bloody high as a kite."
"I will be. You watch. On the count of three I'll show you I can fly. Ready? One, two-".
At three, Peter became the boy who never grew up.